I have found the solution to what boys want to read. Chris Ryan. Now, don’t sniff, I’m serious. I have just witnessed three hundred boys of all ages queue up to buy Chris’s books and to talk to him.
Chris came to sign books at the watering hole, before giving a talk to the “Lads and Dads” at Daughter’s school. They loved every minute of it, and most of them went home with at least one book.
I have read Flash Flood, and I must admit to liking it. He knows what he writes about when it comes to helicopter rescues and other macho things. (Less reliable on train rolling stock, so not nerdy enough.) Anthony Horowitz may write better stories, but Chris knows his stuff best.
It’s not great literature, but it’s not at all bad. And if it gets them reading… I’m fairly immune to sales tricks, but when I read the first chapter of another series at the end of the book, I was all set to start on that next. Except I don’t have the time.
Daughter is slightly jealous, but she got to meet Andy McNab a while ago, so I reckon I was entitled to meet Chris Ryan. And it was my Parker pen that signed the books. Chris was only defeated by the pen situation, and by the fire brigade setting fire to a chip pan in the school car park. The SAS training didn’t cover this.