Oh, Arthur Conan Doyle

I can’t say that Sherlock Holmes has ever held any sort of intrigue for me, in any literary sense. Those random lines people always utter from his books are long-since cliché, although his typical wardrobe and disposition are endearing.

When my roommate came home from Parent/Teacher conferences with a grocery bag full of paperbacks, I dug right in and Arthur Conan Doyle is what I found. Apparently, this parent buys books to read as she travels and she wanted to pass them along. I thought, “Why not give ole Sherlock a try?”

The stories are short and interesting… usually a good thing to fall asleep to (because if I’m deep in a page-turner I don’t go to sleep at all!). It’s been fun. I thoroughly recommend it.

As I leisurely (ill-advised with a severely long list of ‘to-dos,’ but therapeutic all the same!), finished the Sherlock Holmes adventures this afternoon, I was jamming to Sarah Siskind, Fionn Regan, Kyle Andrews, Waterdeep, and M. Ward.

Here’s to another manic Monday! :)

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