Reviews and bookish conversation with author Samantha Wilcoxson.
If I am lost, you will find me in medieval England.
You can also find me - and my books - on my blog.
You may have noticed that this was NOT on my August reading list . . . .
Alright, that is actually a little weird if you noticed that. Stalker.
Anyway, I grabbed this at the library despite already having more books on my reading list than I had any hope of getting through. It's been sitting here for two weeks tempting me. "Samantha, Sherlock is in here. Come on. You don't have anything else to do."
The book is lying, but I picked it up anyway.
I had my Kindle open as well, to a book that IS on my reading list, a book that I have from NetGalley and need to read. I cruelly slapped the cover shut on my Kindle and picked up The House of Silk instead. I mean, really, how could I have done anything else?
This novel quickly rewarded me. The prologue explains that this story is one that Watson penned shortly before his death and after Sherlock's, but it was simply too scandalous for him to allow its publication. In his will it was ordered locked away for 100 years. Until now.
I shouldn't have started this. My day is ruined.