I am afraid that I, Sherlock Holmes, must act as my own chronicler in this singular case, that of the Whitechapel murders of 1888. For the way in which the affair was dropped upon my doorstep left me with little choice as to the contrary. Not twelve months prior, the siren’s call of quiet domesticity and married life had robbed me of Watson’s assistance as both partner and recorder of my cases. Thus, when detective inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard required a lead—any lead—I found myself forced to pursue Jack the Ripper alone and without the aid of my faithful friend. And all for the most damnedable of reasons:
Early on in my investigations, Dr. John H. Watson, formerly of 221b Baker Street, emerged as my prime suspect.
This one caught my eye as soon as I lay eyes on the cover, I needed to read it, and I don’t regret it.
It was a very nice tale and the execution was very good actually, the author played well with the narrative of something that already existed and put new life to it and to our imaginations.
At the beginning of the narration, it grabs you very fats, it’s very compelling since page one and it pulls you under the need to know more about what’s happening and who the real culprit is.
So for being a Sherlock Holmes setup it’s actually pretty nice, I didn’t felt at any point that it was hard to read either, I haven’t read all sherlock cases, but this one felt right.
Well on this particular, I liked all of them, they were very interesting portrayed and I felt them very human indeed, Sherlock in this one was a little more emotional and it was nice to see.
The irregulars were awesome even not appearing almost at all on the book, I kept going back to them at some points.
Overall it was a nice sherlock thriller that will be trap you on the motions of the investigation and deceits everyone is playing at, very good if you like this genre.
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