Sherlock Holmes

It's such a nice day out, but I'm here blogging. Wow, I really have a life... Anyways, I reread the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and for some reason, it wasn't as scary as I remembered it.

The first time I've ever read Sherlock Holmes was when I was in fourth grade. It was an old edition of the book, all yellowed and crinkly, with this nasty old paper smell. Nevertheless, I checked it out, and plopped it in my backpack. At nine in the evening, I had found the book squashed under all the folders and papers. I opened the book, and read "The Speckled Band". (For those of you who haven't read it, I promise I won't spoil it!) The story was so disturbing to my nine year old brain, that I was had a nightmare that night. However, I still finished the book although it was so eerie. After that, I became obsessed with Sherlock Holmes, checking out every book the library had. (Perhaps, I'm some what of a  masochist?) 

Having finished all the books the library offered at age 10, I stopped reading Sherlock Holmes. However, the eerie and scary stories still remained in my mind. When I was buying books online, I suddenly felt tempted to buy the books. After receiving the book, I decided to read it. I realized that the stories aren't so bad, but then that might be because: 1. I read it in broad daylight and 2. It's been a long time since I've read Sherlock Holmes.

alice-jane
p.s sorry for the long ramble -.-;;

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