I'm only on page 40 and I'm already smitten. Biggles is so pure and manly and British, and smokes constantly and ejaculates frequently*, and his Lance** screams upwards like a rocketing pheasant.***
And the first page contains the line "You think so?" he murmured, pushing his finger through the ring, and a later paragraph contains If anything happened to the lad who was now roaring along near his left wing-tip, he would never forgive himself. And I last left Biggles, Algy and Ginger flying towards Janovica, the City of the Plains. Forgive me if my Biblical knowledge is faulty, but isn't the City of the Plains better known as Sodom?
But never mind. It's all entirely innocent. Errr, possibly.
* He does it on the second page! Ever swift to answer the call to action, our Biggles.
** The Launcester Lance. That's his plane, you know.
*** Best. Simile. Ever.