I must admit I am pausing while considering my title, but only for a moment, because the truth is: I got the goods. And by the goods, I mean, of course, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the Sherlock Holmes stories.
Are you feeling down? Did you scrape the side of your father-in-law's car against a concrete pillar and take all the paint off it (for instance)? Are you worried you aren't bringing in the money in sufficient quantities? Are you facing the prospect of cleaning your entire dirty house? Well, I've got the cure, I must say. If not for the actual problems (alas!), then for the feeling they give you.
Reading "The Hound of the Baskervilles"—well, it's just a pleasure. Sure, you might feel a bit sorry for poor old Watson, but the rest of it? Atmosphere! Intellect! Derring-do!
And for all my talk of pairings and reading in the same general area as your progeny, well, the great thing about these is that you and your child can BOTH read them with equal pleasure. I would say these are great for anyone from the precocious 10-year-old to the sullen and vitriol-filled 17-year-old (though how you will get this person to read them is a mystery in itself).
Anyway, I was all set to write a very irritable post about something else entirely, and then I remembered that I have been having a very pleasurable reading experience and I thought I'd pass it on. Because we can all use a lift sometimes.
Also, if Sherlock Holmes isn't some distant relation of the Doctor, well then, I'll be a monkey's uncle. But that theory is for another time….