As I am sure many of you know, my first real books were Robert A. Heinlein's science fiction. Rocket Ship Galileo, Red Planet, The Rolling Stones. Admittedly, I didn't understand everything I read, but they were enjoyable enough that I understood more and more with each re-read.
This is Creighton's first real book. No pictures, no rhymes, no (necessarily) happy endings. Hopefully, he'll be as enamored with sci-fi as I am. Of course, with my luck, he'll end up hooked on self-help and "Dummies" books.