[dropcap]A[/dropcap] year ago when my sister sent me a postcard and a book from Sherlock Holmes museum, I was brought to tears. Sherlock Holmes is a great deal to me. Back in elementary school, I prefer it more than all Enid Blyton’s books. To think about it now, it’s a little bit weird. Sherlock Holmes is a drug addict, heavy smoker, a total freak by all means.

But the truth is after reading Sherlock Holmes, I started to read Agatha Christie’s and buying book outside the children’s section. Needless to say, Sherlock Holmes is the first adult story I read. After the comic Detective Conan started to get popular, some of my friends also started to borrow my Sherlock Holmes collection. For a book collector like me, it is so hard when people telling you that they lost the book. Pain, so much pain. Because you know that some books are sold out and even if the publisher did print it again, the cover will be changed, the smell of the book will be different, and the memory will not be the same anymore. Sorry for this exaggeration, but it does happen :))

So when my sister bought me The Case Book of Sherlock Holmes in its original language, I cried. I stared at the book for a long time before started reading it. The fact that people love Sherlock Holmes more because of Benedict Cumberbatch or other adaptation fascinates me. Because there will be more love spread for the book and the character. And isn’t it the dream to step on Baker Street 221B?

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PS:

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is the first British man I know bearing the title Sir before his name. So back then, I thought the title Sir is a family name :))

The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes is by far my favorite novel of them all.