I'm not entirely sure how one marks a book like this finished, and I'm fairly certain I haven't managed to explore all the possible story threads, but frankly, the book smells so bad that I can't seem to spend more than 8-10 minutes at a time with it before feeling like throwing up (yeah, I know, I'm supposed to love "the feel and smell of real books" but the combination of paper and ink is awful in this one, sorry).

So I'll probably be dipping in and out whenever I feel like it, but for the time being, I'm marking it finished since I've read at least a fair amount of the possibilities.

And. Well.

I didn't grow up with books of the "choose your own adventure" kind so maybe that's the problem, and obviously I'm not the target audience anyway, but whatever the reason, I'm not really getting on with the format. Maybe if the bits were longer? As it is, it seems I've spent twice as much time flipping the pages and trying to locate the next bit than I have reading, and this means a very disjointed reading experience.

Other than that - does it feel like all I'm doing is complaining? because it feels like that to me, oops - I actually enjoyed the story bits (that I could locate and tease out and make sense of) well enough. There's one with the Terileptils that was okay. And some possibilities involving Bess the barmaid that were promising.

Ultimately, I do think I'm just, well, not really the right audience for this. I'd much prefer a book of straightforward short stories - or barring that, a book with much longer sections between making one choice or another. But since it seems we're not getting any actual novels, or anything beyond comics featuring the Twelfth Doctor at all this year (other than the Christmas special on TV), this new line will have to do, I suppose. A chopped up, disjointed, ultimately quite unsatisfying Twelve is still better than no Twelve at all, after all.

... How far I have fallen.