When I was a young lad, I would read about the adventures of Frank and Joe Hardy, the Hardy Boys. On some Saturdays or gloomy summer days, I would ready one of them from cover to cover.
Recently, my lovely wife, who herself enjoyed reading about Nancy Drew when she was a wee lass, asked me to read a Hardy Boys mystery to her. The teenagers in my Grimm End books reminded her of a more grown up version of those books and she wanted to hear one again to compare them.
Despite the abundant use of adverbs, the overly dramatic dialog and the resemblance between the police in the books with the keystone cops of the movies, the basic story is actually enjoyable.
There are worse things than being compared to the Hardy Boys, he said humorously.