Review: The Hound of the Baskervilles

Years ago, I found a Spanish edition of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, lying around the house. I had heard things about a certain detective written by a certain Scottish author, but it wasn’t until that moment that I decided to give it a chance. (I think it’s important to mention that I wasn’t a big reader back in the day.) It took me quite a long time and I didn’t enjoy it that much.

But then, two years ago I discovered the Sherlock BBC Series and I absolutely loved it.

A couple of months ago, I realized I had spent too long enchanted with a literary character without having properly read anything about him. Obviously I couldn’t allow that, so I went to the local book store and purchased The Hound of the Baskervilles, which is one of his most famous stories.

The Hound of the Baskervilles, by Arthur Conan Doyle

In the novel, Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson are hired to solve a case that involves a rich heir, a family myth/curse and, possibly, a giant hound.

The thing about this book is that I couldn’t put it down. The original plan was to read one chapter, then continue studying and during my next pause, read another chapter. I failed miserably. I really tried to study, but my mind kept returning to the case, trying to figure out who the villain was. So after a while, I gave up and returned to the book and did not stop reading until I finished.

This rather short story (my edition has 147 pages) is for anyone who likes detective stories -and detectives- and who wants to spend a nice afternoon on the edge of their seat.

My edition: Paperback, published in 2012 by Collins Classics.
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