What you do in this world is a matter of no consequence. The question is what can you make people believe you have done."

When I tell you that finishing this book has taken a weight off my shoulders, I am not lying. This book has been hanging over my head since I started it in January, and finally having it done and being able to 100% devote myself to more enjoyable books is a great feeling. I'm also shorting myself by counting this as one book because it was actually 8, but all well.

I quite enjoyed the first couple of books. A Study in Scarlet and The Sign of the Four were actually intriguing, and I loved the short chapters (newspaper serials must have been a blast), as it helped my short attention span when reading classics. However, as the books progressed, I got bored. The stories were no longer continuation chapters, but short stories within a book, and that annoyed me. 10 pages of a story is not enough for me to be invested in the plot or the characters. Then you notice that Conan Doyle also becomes disinterested in Sherlock and the writing becomes repetitive and incredibly dry (and we all know Conan Doyle believed that too). The effort wasn't there anymore and I felt it. Hence why this took me the entire year to read. Why didn't I put it down, you might ask? I do not know. It wasn't all bad, but it certainly wasn't good. I'll stick to BBC's Sherlock.