My heart didn’t always skip four beats at the sound of a TARDIS. That was until a friend introduced me to the new series, and more specifically, the Tenth Doctor.
Mr David Tennant.
Tonight marked part two of Tennant’s final episode playing the infamous timelord after guiding the TARDIS across the universe for 4 and half years. Over the past year I’ve gradually worked my way through each episode and consequently fallen in love with a skinny, converse clad, rude (and not ginger) dual hearted Timelord. Yes, I have endured all of the usual sufferings. I watched teary eyed as the Doctor said goodbye to Rose. I came to terms with the fact that Martha was always going to be a little bit by comparison. I expressed horror after hearing Catherine Tate was to join the franchise, only to swallow my words 10 minutes into her first episode. Finally, I waited with baited breath for the last handful of Doctor Who specials; and I was not left disappointed this evening.
Russell T Davies and his brilliant production team have somehow managed to turn me into an even bigger geek whilst Tennant has somehow managed to turn me into a jibbering fan girl. The final episode, ‘The End Of Time’ showcased outstanding and emotional performances from David Tennant, John Simms and the entire cast. I’m so glad that Tennant was my first doctor – here’s to the next (re)generation!
Following the arduous task of writing my dissertation and finishing University this year, I was looking forward to nothing more than curling up with a good book or two (or three, or four…)
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Look, I KNOW. The Bell Jar is a classic, and I should have read it sooner. If you even know me slightly you’d be mistaken for thinking that I had. I’m the first to admit that I can be a little awkward, and in a lot of ways, I related to Ester. Upon this revelation, I had to physically put the book down on numerous occassions. Plath captures the intricate details of a changing mind brilliantly. Her ability to portray Ester’s continuous demise as well as her re-entrance into ‘society’ is the nearest thing to the truth I have ever read surrounding the issue of mental institutions. It doesn’t preach or poach. It is as honest as a semi-autobiographical novel can be without pushing the reader over the line.
Little Bird by Camilla Way
My housemate hounded me for several weeks before I got around to reading Little Bird. The story, told from several points of character view, follows the life of a kidnapped feral girl. With relationship twists, suicide, death and prostitution thrown in the mix, you’d be forgiven if your initial thought was “this all sounds a little far fetched.” Give it a chance. The writing is snappy and the story will keep you hooked from feral child to grown woman.
The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
After hours of browsing bookstores, I would inevitably walk past this novel and wonder when I was going to find time to read it. After being on my personal list of “things I have to read” for quite a while (as well as being on other, less important lists like “best sellers”) I decided it had to be read now; not least of all because I had heard rumour of an adaptation. Sebold creates a family and community to immerse yourself in and covers tragedy in such a beautiful and detailed way. Anybody who loved The Time Traveler’s Wife is bound to enjoy it.
Dear Faber & Faber,
Do you have any idea how many spelling mistakes there are in my current copy of The Bell Jar?! At least four, in a book consisting of a mere 234 pages. Sylvia would be turning in her oven.
My deepest sympathy for your loss (of editorial skill?)