“Pride and Prejudice” is a clever 19th century romance, but not many 15-year-old boys (in any century) are likely to appreciate the social and psychological subtlety.
I suppose I could get him “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies,” if he’s assigned any Jane Austen next year!
Now, at 15 I adored Rafael Sabatini. Subtle it ain't, but at 15 I wasn't in for subtle. There's no social or personal existential crisis that can't be solved by a rapier through the gullet. En garde!