A reader who’ll try anything once, including bad books in search of good ones. Eclectic as her tastes are, she tends to gravitate to historical romances, realistic contemporaries, and some fantasy novels.
The first part of the book is as good a Sherlock Holmes story as the short stories I've read and much better than the second Sherlock Holmes novel, The Sign of Four. That's because the mystery ends there. Then, instead of having Holmes to explain his deduction process, Doyle spends almost fifty pages showing the culprit's motive for his crime.
For someone who only reads these books to find some shipping fodder, the only natural reaction is:
I DON'T CARE!
Although I now have a better appreciation for some TV adaption details, I still don't care. What I do care about is the love story:
"Sherlock Holmes seemed delighted at the idea of sharing his rooms with me."
"'Goodbye,' I answered, and strolled on to my hotel, considerably interested in my new acquaintance."
"As the weeks went by, my interest in him and my curiosity as to his aims in life gradually deepened and increased."
I'll be in the corner singing the 'husbands!' song.