Of all the ways I liked to entertain myself as a kid, the one that I chose most was reading. I read a lot. And I really liked adventure novels, so having full book collections of sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Jules Verne and the like was a blessing (they were all Russian translations, of course). And, well, of all the famous book characters, Sherlock Holmes was one of my biggest heroes. I read all of those novels and collections of short stories on Holmes so many times… Yet, until last year, I never actually revisited them since I was, probably, 13.
Oftentimes, revisiting things that you liked as a kid leads to disappointment. But, there was so much stuff written on Holmes, that I knew that somewhere there could still be at least one short story I would still enjoy today. Luckily, I liked far more than that.
