I was intrigued to explore these detective stories because the series on Netflix was so well done. However, this is the rare case when a series was much better than the books. I managed to wend my way through a couple of the stories. They were tedious as they were more focused on Mr. Leblanc’s obsession with trying to illustrate that his creation of Lupin was the intellectual superior to Sherlock Holmes, the creation of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It was so prominent, it was distracting, and rendered the plots ridiculous, flat and impossible. I wish I would have read some of the reviews on GoodReads before purchasing this book. Mr. LeBlanc, it seems, cared more for stroking his own ego through these stories than he did about writing compelling, credulous and well constructed plots. He is no Agatha Christie. Further, as with some of the ebooks that I have purchased, there are several syntactical errors, typos,…