Started reading the first book of a series called Brixton Brothers
, which seemed like a light-hearted take on kid mystery/adventure stories. A boy who is into Kid Detective
stories wants to be one, and he enlists the help of a friend.
Unfortunately, it turned into one of those "way too silly" types of books that I really don't like. Librarians that turn out to be secret agents, with a dozen of them trying to go after the hero because he Knows Too Much, and when someone else manages to save him from them, he's told that all librarians are well-trained secret agents because all the world's knowledge, hidden in cyphers, is in books. Blah. During that scene, there was a neat moment where he hid in a library by taking books off a top shelf, putting them in empty shelves, and lying down in the empty space he'd cleared up top. This is then ruined by the secret agent discovering what he did ("Why is Plato mixed with Classical Music" or something similar).
I flipped through the pages to see the illustrations, and they promise adventure with scenes such as dressing in disguise and sneaking aboard a ship, or being trapped in a flooded room, but I already knew from the tone that I wasn't going to like it. There's light-hearted, and there's just silly.
I bought these two books at the same time I bought The Books of Elsewhere: The Shadows
, which I liked, so it wasn't all bad. I might buy the next The Books of Elsewhere