I pride myself in being a huge Sherlock Holmes addict. I’m obsessed with the BBC series, I own each of the Robert Downey Jr. movies and I have Elementary on season’s pass. The wallpaper on my computer features angsty Sherlock Holmes fan art, and I have a collection of different editions of the famous mysteries littering my bookshelf. The scary thing? Up until recently, I hadn’t read any of the original cases as written by Conan Doyle. This is not something I’m proud of.
Before Christmas, I forced myself to buy a reprint edition of A Study in Scarlet (the edition with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman on it) and I sat down to bust through the first mystery.
Needless to say I enjoyed it. Did I expect half the book to be about Mormons in the American West? No, but once I got past the confusion, I loved it. Sherlock is angsty, intelligent and confident. I always drift toward a good novel that features a genius, (i.e. Ender’s Game, the GONE series), and Mr. Holmes is definitely a genius, there is no doubt. On the other hand, are there times I want to reach through the pages and wring Watson’s neck? Of course! But still, I did enjoy hearing the tale of how one of the most famous partnerships in fiction started. My next read? Why, A Scandal in Bohemia of course!!