Sherlock Holmes

When I was a child, I got The Complete Sherlock Holmes Treasury as a Christmas present (probably from Aunt Judy). Of course I read it right away—what nine-year-old can resist Sherlock Holmes?—and would re-read it every two or three years as I forgot how the cases ended (though I could never forget "The Red-Headed League").

I have this book on hold, which has prompted me to dig that old treasury out of a box in the closet so that I can re-read "The Hound of the Baskervilles" before the hold gets filled. However, "The Hound of the Baskervilles" is the very last story in the book, so, clearly, it is my duty—and nothing less!—to read all of the stories which precede it. And to do such reading on a cold and snowy weekend next to a fire…O, the sacrifices I make to duty!

Sherlock Holmes would be proud. (And he would probably also get as much of a laugh as I did from this album.)