A good friend of mine likes to say I was born with a book in my hand, because I’m always reading.
I’ll read anything – even the phone book or the dictionary if I have a spare few minutes and no novel to hand.
So when I read the complete works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, I was in my element.
So very clever, so satisfyingly mysterious and so wonderfully descriptive of Victorian London, I enjoyed every page.
It should follow that I hate the BBC’s Sherlock but, in fact, I’ve been waiting for this latest series for two years with keen anticipation.
It’s clever, satisfyingly mysterious and wonderfully descriptive of the technological world in which we live.
Never stop making it, please, BBC.