In a recent trip with no book in hand, I turned to one of a gazillion “free books” loaded on my iPad (Classics, FreeBooks etc). I had read The Hound of the Baskervilles before in my youth but I couldn’t remember anything beyond the hideous looking hound of superstitions that gave everyone a fright.
It was therefore quite a refreshing experience to read this novel again. It reminded me why I loved mysteries so much and why perhaps I’m so verbose in my writing. And if I was reading that as a child (murder and attempted murder) no wonder I can’t tear myself from the Investigation Discovery channel whenever I find myself in the presence of cable TV.
I’m not sure a synopsis is really needed. I mean this is one of the greatest crime detective stories ever written and it was written by the very well known author Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who was also a physician by training may I add. But if I must, it is a story of the noble Baskerville family that has been cursed by a great, black beast, shaped like a hound, yet larger than any hound that ever mortal eye has rested upon. It has just claimed it’s latest victim and now there’s only one more Baskerville left in the whole wide world. Does it claim his life too? Oooh, don’t you wish you knew.
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