Last Thursday night I finished my reading of the complete Sherlock Holmes. ~1200 pages over two volumes. It took several months, but the last half went considerably faster after moving into our country house. I spent many an evening curled up by the fire reading. I prefer the short story format as opposed to the novels. I have more of a short story attention span and I didn’t like how most of the novels were first half mystery and then the second half went back and set up the back story. I guess I enjoyed the first half of most of the novels.
I have only seen a couple of the stories from the Jeremy Brett TV shows, so almost all of the stories were new to me and were pictured in my imagination. It really comes alive when you spend the day in London, riding the Underground and then come home and read about Holmes and Watson travelling some of the same lines. He and Watson often took the train west, passing through Reading. I picture Holmes in my imagination much as my father-in-law since they share many traits, tall and lanky, observant and crazy smart. All he is missing is the pipe.