Roger was the poshest, rosiest, most well fed and well dressed steampunk serving-urchin I’ve ever seen! And his speech was straight out of Friends, or maybe ScoobyDoo.
More fundamentally I’ve never quite reconciled myself to Lyra’s Oxford. How do child servants fit into the mental universe of such a place? Although, thinking about the Master’s poisoning attempt, I suppose I should accept that the university’s intellectualism was a mere sham - there wasn’t any independent thought happening there.
One thing they didn’t manage to translate from the book was the moral ambiguity surrounding Lord Asriel. I found him extraordinarily hard to pin down in the novel; on TV he was, from the start, unequivocally the put upon hero. Made the story much less intriguing.