So today I woke up feeling really ill, which I felt was a little unfair after spending most of the week feeling quite sick. It was spent groaning from room to room like a miserable ghost with a temperature, till eventually I collapsed into a adult nap, and then continued to exist in the most miserable way possible.
I also finished The Hounds of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle, which really helped during this difficult, trying time. The Sherlock Holmes long fiction are wonderful as each story takes everything that works and then shows a new side.
The Hound of the Baskervilles separated Watson from Holmes, giving a new element to the mystery, creating moments where you would fear for Watson’s life. We know that Sherlock Holmes would be in no danger, but there’s the sneaking suspicion that Watson could be the victim of foul play, irregardless of the fact he’s narrating the story.
The supernatural element also adds an interesting dynamic into the story, especially when you focus on Sherlock’s reluctance to give an opinion, you feel in those tense moments that he may give into the fear and as we know there’s no going back once he’s made his mind up.
All in all it’s hard to complain when you have such powerful works in your clammy hands.