The Hardy Boys were wusses.
The Three Investigators kicked ass. I’ve read every book at least twice, and I’m on a life-long quest to collect them all (they’re sadly out of print), scouring every used bookstore I encounter and buying all the stock they have–so I’ve got duplicates of several, in case I can ever find anyone to trade with.
Indeed, I even remember the first time I encountered them: I was in the 4th grade spending the afternoon at the Nicholson Memorial Library in Garland, Texas, looking for something to read. Back then, I mostly read the “Colby” books (subject, perhaps, for another thread?) and had tried to read the Hardy Boys and even Nancy Drew, but really didn’t get into them. My mom was (is) a big fan of mystery novels and helped me out–she spotted the Three Investigators series (???) sitting on a separate shelf and suggested I try one of those. (At the time, they were only up to #30 or so; Hitchhock was still alive.) I liked Alfred Hitchhock–at least, I enoyed the series of spooky books that he would “introduce”, so I gave it a shot, picking the coolest looking one they had: The Secret of the Talking Skull.
And I tell you what: that book freaked this 4rd-grader out. I was reading under my covers late that night when the skull started “talking”, and I was hooked. By the end of the 5th grade, I’d read them all at least once, and several twice or more. (The main problem was waiting for people to return ones I hadn’t read.) Soon, I was spending my scant allowance on the paperbacks, grabing them as soon as the new ones came out.
I’ve got a few of those left, and now I’m looking for them again. These days, when I’m between “serious” books, sometimes I’ll grab a Three Investigators title and read it in about two hours. I still love them, and hopefully my son will, too.
Oh: and I WAS Jupiter Jones!
(That was probably another reason for my dislike of those smarmy, good-looking, athletic Hardy Boys!)
Thanks for the thread! I seriously like the Three Investigators.