The Guardian may think the Daleks win the monster-off, but for the stuff of nightmares nothing can top Weeping Angels. Blimey.
Whovians are a crafty lot, btw: check out this spiffy birthday cake, and the magnificent cosplaying femme!Doctors (complete with a really intriguing answer to the ‘why are you doing that, then?’ question). Telly: it’s not just for looking at, you know.
Della Says OMG! – the debut novel from Chicklish‘s co-founder Keris Stainton. It’s the best/worst night of Della’s life: she kisses the boy of her dreams, only to discover her diary has been stolen – and whoever has it is intent on torturing her, posting extracts online and into her friends’ pockets. It’s a great set-up for exploring issues of trust and privacy, but above all this is a first-love story, written in sparky, convincing prose. There’s a strong language warning on the back (which is definitely accurate!), but I hope parents and book-providers aren’t put off giving this to mature younger teens: there are wonderful positive messages in this book, about self-confidence and understanding your own body without shame. This could be the Forever of the 21st century, girls…
My one quibble is with the cover, which is gorgeous but made me expect a very different book (something more immediately OMG!tastic, like Lauren Myracle’s Internet Girls series, or, erm, Big Woo/serafina67). But if it makes the book leap off the shelves into readers’ hands, then it’s done its job – and the writing is so fresh, fun and beguiling that you’ll probably be halfway through the book before you’ve noticed. A teen-lit voice to watch.
Note to self: PLANNING. We do that now. I sat down all excited to write the next chapter, and then realised I didn’t know what was going to happen in it or what any of the characters were like. Have thus ended up with a lovely meandering string of crap jokes about Jane Eyre and ramen noodles, that goes nowhere at all. (“It’s stream of consciousness, Miss! Virginia made me do it!”) Also decided this week that Project Poppy is carp personified and I might well throw it away and start again. So, funtimes.