And here's what we got:
Another Doctor Who adventure comes and goes, and I’m once again left wondering how this got to print. Sting of the Zygons wasn’t a bad story by any means, but the new novels just aren’t doing it for me. With the original Doctor Who book series, the authors were writing stories that were so epic that they simply couldn’t be done on screen at the time. Stories so fantastic that imagination is a requirement in order to read them. This is a quality that I find lacking within all of the new novels that I have read thus far, with exceptions being made for The Last Dodo, Stone Rose, and The Clockwise Man.
Where to begin with this one? I honestly don’t know and I’m at a bit of a loss. Maybe I’m just not used to reading this style of book. Maybe I just don’t get the point behind it. Maybe I overlooked some obvious and keen insight that everyone else picked up on. No matter how you put it, I still don’t know what to make of this one.