One of my absolute favorite books as a kid was Summer Camp Creeps by Tim Schoch. I loved this book so much. It was a whodunnit mystery and it was really, really funny. I read it about a hundred times as well as everything else by that author.
It said on the back of the book that the author wrote books for adults too. I was 10 years old and I did read books for adults too at that point, so I tried to find Tim Schoch's adult fiction. I couldn't. I even enlisted the help of a guy at Barnes and Noble, who patronizingly told me that he was "a children's author." I gave up.
Fast forward 5 years later:
The internet grows in popularity.
Fast forward 15 years later:
I'm reminiscining about children's authors I used to love and I remember Summer Camp Creeps. I decide that I should use the internet to find those adult books that Tim Schoch authored. And I will love them.
I discovered thanks to Wikipedia that the adult books were authored under the pen name T.A. Schock. And it turned out that those adult books were....
No, not erotica. That's what you were thinking, wasn't it?
They were mysteries. No longer in print, but I found them used on Amazon. I was so excited, you guys. I mean, usually when you love something as a kid then experience it as an adult, it's nowhere near as good (except for The Great Muppet Caper, which got MORE awesome over the years), but I figured that experiencing this on an adult level would be fantastic. It would be a great mystery and would laugh and laugh. I ordered one of his books. (It cost like a penny.)
I didn't like it. Honestly, I couldn't get through more than 50 pages.
WTF? How could the author of one of my favorite kids books write such a dry and unfun book? I'm filled with disappointment.