A YA spy caper centred around an American teenager on a European school trip. (Question: do American public high schools go on European trips? I’ve only ever heard of private schools doing it. And the main character’s family seems too working-class to have paid for it themselves. Whatever, it’s transparently a pretext to get the parents out of the way.) Nothing in this novel is remotely credible – unlike, I guess, the entire Fleming oeuvre? For some reason it’s more noticeable when the protagonist is into comic books and has never been kissed – but the events all tumble into each other in the usual inexorable way of the genre, so if you give the setup the benefit of the doubt, the rest of it follows. Continue reading The Boy Who Knew Too Much