Installments: 2010 (3), 2011 (3)
Format: available in DVD & Blueray
Produced by: Hartswood Films, BBC Wales, PBS
Book Source: Independent Purchase
I caught the last fifteen minutes of the last installment of Season 2 the BBC's Sherlock on PBS last night and was so blown away, I had to write about it. Luckily, PBS has all three episodes online until the 20th of June, so I'm catching up on what I've missed.
Then, an elderly friend of mine fell and ended up in a rehab facility for several months. The lady has macular degeneration and can see very little, so a few times a week I would visit her and read to her. She loves murder mysteries, and so we read (aloud) this book from cover to cover—all 752 pages of it.
Honestly, by the time she was released from rehab, I was good and ready for that book to end, and I came to think precious little of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I found his narrative pedantic, his plots thin and predictable (to say nothing of redundant), and Sherlock's reputation for amazing deductive powers overblown. But then, we're rather jaded, are we not—we of the CSI generation?
Book Source: Independent Purchase
Category: Murder/Suspense
Style: some scenes of violence & nudity
I caught the last fifteen minutes of the last installment of Season 2 the BBC's Sherlock on PBS last night and was so blown away, I had to write about it. Luckily, PBS has all three episodes online until the 20th of June, so I'm catching up on what I've missed.
The History
My husband has always loved and loves to own Sherlock Holmes videos. Which Sherlock? Take your pick. So, a few years back, I picked up this book off a bargain table at my local Barnes & Noble. It sat on the shelf unread.Then, an elderly friend of mine fell and ended up in a rehab facility for several months. The lady has macular degeneration and can see very little, so a few times a week I would visit her and read to her. She loves murder mysteries, and so we read (aloud) this book from cover to cover—all 752 pages of it.
Honestly, by the time she was released from rehab, I was good and ready for that book to end, and I came to think precious little of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I found his narrative pedantic, his plots thin and predictable (to say nothing of redundant), and Sherlock's reputation for amazing deductive powers overblown. But then, we're rather jaded, are we not—we of the CSI generation?
