This is a vampire James Bond for seven-year-olds, with the added bonus of werewolves and other creatures. Lots of silly jokes and big in the bum and farts department.
It’s my first book by Tommy Donbavand, and whereas I’m not sure I see myself keeping up with every single book of his (there will be six books about Fangs alone this autumn), I do see the appeal for young ‘boys and ghouls.’
Fangs and his sidekick Puppy Brown chase after the bad guys who fart all over the diplomatic corps, stealing jewellery as people are – temporarily – sedated by the green gas.
Unlike our modern ‘hard times’ 007, Fangs appears to have an endless supply of absolutely everything; cars standing waiting in case they are needed in a chase, and piles of money for those situations where nothing but a bribe will do.
I really feel for Tommy. The research must have been gruelling. Casinos in Monte Carlo. Private planes. Tenerife. Paris.