This New York Times bestseller from David Walliams, the UK's #1 bestselling children's author and "the heir to Roald Dahl" ( The Spectator ), launched his books stateside in a big way
Walliams makes going to the dentist a wacky adventure with his signature humor--this is one dentist appointment you don't want to miss.Read more...
This New York Times bestseller from David Walliams, the UK's #1 bestselling children's author and "the heir to Roald Dahl" (The Spectator), launched his books stateside in a big way
Walliams makes going to the dentist a wacky adventure with his signature humor--this is one dentist appointment you don't want to miss.
Something strange is happening in Alfie's town. Instead of shiny coins from the Tooth Fairy, kids are waking up to dead slugs, live spiders, and other dreadfully icky things under their pillows.
Who would do something so horrific? Alfie is sure that Miss Root, the creepy new dentist in town, is behind it all. There's nothing Alfie hates more than going to the dentist, but to solve this mystery, he may have to book a dreaded appointment....
- ISBN-13: 9780062417046
- ISBN-10: 0062417045
- Publisher: HarperCollins
- Publish Date: March 2016
- Page Count: 448
- Reading Level: Ages 9-12
- Dimensions: 8.3 x 5.9 x 1.6 inches
- Shipping Weight: 1.1 pounds
Publishers Weekly® Reviews
- Reviewed in: Publishers Weekly, page .
- Review Date: 2015-12-07
- Reviewer: Staff
A bestselling author for children in the U.K., comedian Walliams (Mr. Stink) promises a horror story. With quite a lot of made-up words in the preface to this novel, and what follows is indeed a ghastly affair. Alfie Griffith, 12, has it rough: dead mother, dying father, and an early-life experience with the dentist so grisly that he never returned, leaving him with a mouthful of rotting teeth. When a new dentist arrives, Alfies social worker insists he visit, even though Miss Root is clearly evil. Her arrival coincides with a disturbing crime spree: teeth left under pillows are replaced not with shillings but with horrifying calling cards: a human eyeball, a dead cockroach, a bat wing (still flapping). The grotesqueries evoke Dahl, but the comparison ends there. The jokes are stale (especially the ones at the expense of the overweight social worker), the adults all buffoons, and the plot a couple hundred pages longer than necessary. Rosss humorous illustrations recall Quentin Blakes, but arent enough to buoy the sagging adventure or an ending so sugar-coated it would keep Miss Root in business for years. Ages 812. (Mar.)