*I review, not rate*
I find myself thinking about this incarnation of Sherlock Holmes. I wonder about the idea, the concept at times when I'm not reading. This second book in the series was a welcome balm for my weary soul.
Last book had John being in charge, seeing to the events lay out, and finding his happily ever after. Sort of. It was fun to read, looking for connections to the Sherlock that I'm familiar with. This book took a turn. Apparently Sherlock is better and is now the brilliant jerk so familiar to most folks. The way that he bosses John around, exposes the secret feelings of others, and runs roughshod over every one is very familiar.
To say that Sherlock Holmes is a character we all love and enjoy is an over statement. This Sherlock is an ass. Yes, there are the observations: the chalk at the knee leads to the deduction that the person was playing pool; the child wasn't crying but adjusting his brown contact lessons; etc. But most of his deductions are extreme. The gift of the shoe was to remind the man that he let his best friend get captured by the cops over 20 years ago? Oh yes, I see. NOT. Plus there is a sci-fi aspect to it...aliens, monsters, superpowers, mutant children, talking cats, plants trying to eat late night tube riders...some of these for sure. How am I suppose to figure it out with my excellent deducing skills when it boils down to the interception of an alien report? (it doesn't, but that's my point. Too far out to consider.
Plus....John is an idiot. I do not like.