Sherlock Holmes is roused from drug-induced depression by a beautiful young woman. Her name is Mary Morstan and every year since the mysterious disappearance of her father she has received a lustrous pearl. Now her anonymous benefactor has requested a meeting and she wants Holmes and Watson to accompany her.
I can’t believe that I’m a crime writer and it’s taken me so long to read some Arthur Conan Doyle! I think I was put off because it’s Victorian and I thought it’d be full of long, hard-to-understand sentences, boring dialogue, and Holmes just sitting around all day (*cough*Dupin*cough*). But NO!
I , for one, didn’t realise how modern Conan Doyle sounded (so, if you’re erring about picking up this book, definitely do it). There wasn’t a single thing I struggled over, and I absolutely flew through this book, partly due to the writing. There was a feeling of wanting more, and I actually could really relate to Holmes and Watson.
I really enjoyed the adventure in the story, but the info-dump at the end – explaining everything, basically – was long and dull. I would’ve liked to hear Holmes explaining it, as he adds in his own thoughts and ideas, as well as observations.
Being a massive fan of BBC Sherlock, too, I was so happy to see that Moffat and Gatiss had picked stuff out of the books – such as Sherlock scrutinising John’s phone in the first episode. In Sign of Four, Holmes scrutinises Watson’s pocket-watch in basically the same way.
All in all, I bloody loved this book, and would definitely recommend it for anyone.