Today is Arthur Conan Doyle's birthday.
It might also, therefore, be considered the birthday of the inimitable Sherlock Holmes himself.
I first read him when I saw a book at the library whose spine said, The Essential Boy's Sherlock Holmes (or something like that).
I read the title and said, "Aha! You sexists, I'll show YOU!" So I read the whole thing. And then I read the rest of the books in the Teen Section. Then I ventured into ADULT FICTION, stood on a chair, and day by week by month read all of the big dusty books off of that top shelf.
The Sign of the Four is one of my favorites. Ahhh, scratch that--they're all really good.
These people like him just as much as I do.
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