Just more literary squeeing. Continue on your way.
Working my way through The Baker Street Dozen, I've just read A Scandal in Bohemia and I'm in love. Love, I tell you! Love with Doyle's writing style, (more) love with Holmes and Watson and Holmes&Watson, and love with Irene Norton (nee Adler).
She is really fucking awesome. I read the end with a huge grin on my face, made even bigger when I imagined the look on Sherlock's face, that dark, half-pout as he glowers above his violin as he rips through a piece. Glorious. I understand the epithet of "the woman" now.
That is all.
She is really fucking awesome. I read the end with a huge grin on my face, made even bigger when I imagined the look on Sherlock's face, that dark, half-pout as he glowers above his violin as he rips through a piece. Glorious. I understand the epithet of "the woman" now.
That is all.