My favourite tweets from Sherlock Holmes
Try living with him.
Those of you who follow me on twitter will know that my birthday present from Sherlock happened to be a flat computer known as a tablet known as an I-pad. Though the packaging says iPad.
He pre-loaded it with books I had on a list, which happened to be books suggested by the followers on twitter.
I’ve been asked what those books are, so here is the list (in random order):
- Blindness by Jose Saramago
- Child of God by Cormac McCarthy
- Damned by Chuck Palahniuk
- Darkness take my Hand by Dennis Lehane
- Enduring Love by Ian McEwan
- Foucault’s Pendulum by Umberto Eco
- Gideon Oliver books by Aaron Elkins
- Goodbye to Berlin by Isherwood
- How the Mind Works by Steven Pinker
- Night over Water by Ken Follett
- One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn
- Pale Fire by Nabokov
- Parade’s End by Ford Madox Ford
- Please Look After Mom - Kyung-Sook Shin
- Shardlake series by CJ Sansom
- The Art of Fielding by Chad Harbach
- The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot
- The Inner Circle by Brad Meltzer
- The Magus by John Fowles
- The Pale King by David Foster Wallace
- The Psychopath Test by Jon Ronson
- The Tiger Who Came To Tea by Judith Kerr
- The White Company by Arthur Conan Doyle
- Vernon God Little by DBC Pierre
- Victorian steampunk series by Mark Hodder
- White Cat by Holly Black
- Wonders of The Universe by prof. Brian Cox
- The Swan Thieves by Elizabeth Kostova
- The Astonishing life of Octavian Nothing by M.T. Anderson
- A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
- Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
- Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
- Rivers of London by Ben Aaronovitch
- Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts
- The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde
- The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruis Zafon
Feel free to let me know (via twitter is probably best) if I have anything incorrect. Or go on and suggest a few more, and I’ll start a new one.
Or if you wanted to greatly encourage a certain book on the list (or if you think something on here really isn’t suited for someone like me.)
(Sorry this has been so delayed. The ongoing serial killer case has been taking up a lot of our time. Finally got a chance to finish up and post this.)
Back from Prague and Sherlock’s straight into it. Two cases going at once, so I’ll break them down a bit.
For one, someone came to us suspecting somebody was poisoning his mother, and the other featured a skilled thief…
First, the poisoned mother, or as I call it – the Hemlocked Housewife – despite Sherlock saying she’s widowed. She still cares for the house, Sherlock!
Since we had been away, the details had been left in a letter with a plea that we contact him immediately, as each day could mean the end. The police had been less than helpful so far, though in their defence there isn’t much you can do until an actual threat had been made and at this stage there wasn’t as much as a note stating any intent. From the information in the letter it seemed, sadly, that this was perhaps from the imagination of the housewife alone… but Sherlock stood to her defence.
Written a few days ago - haven’t had time to post it until now.
I’m sorry to say that I broke Mrs Hudson’s stairs, though. The banister. I realised at, oh, three in the morning I hadn’t eaten yet, and there was nothing in of course, so I went to Tesco’s. On my return, an assassin had broken in and tried to kill me. It was just like old times.
Thankfully I was faster or I wouldn’t be writing this now and I’d never have known Sherlock was alive all that time.
I contacted Sigerson, the “secret agent” who has been looking into Moriarty and Sherlock’s death, who, I realise now, had been looking for the remaining assassin. The man lying dead/unconscious on our floor.
The next thing I know, Sigerson’s going on about his work being finished and leaves a message ending in -SH and Sherlock says he’ll be there in five minutes. At first I thought someone had hacked his account - Moriarty - maybe. Then I just thought I was going insane. But no.
There was a knock at the door and there he was, all tall and coat-collars, pale as anything, like nothing had changed. So I punched him.
He’s told me everything, how he survived the fall and what he did since then, and I’ve been sworn to secrecy. Even the papers don’t know. It’s all caused quite a stir outside.
He’s convinced that he couldn’t tell me for my own safety, and I’m just going to have to be satisfied with that.Though I do wish he had trusted me more, especially since I finished off the last one.
I didn’t think things could go back to normal, but they have. Sherlock’s downstairs now, on the violin. The look on his face when he saw that thing - it was as close to a parent reunited with his child as Sherlock’s probably ever going to get.
Going to have to have a word with him about the smoking though.
People post our conversations on here?
sherlockshcases asked: Congratulations on that picture, by the way. It conveys your feelings of the Internet perfectly.
I thought it rather appropriate. As is yours.
sherlockshcases asked: Sigh, Formspring. "Dear John, would you rather own a yacht or a private jet?"
Oh, jet for sure.
sherlockshcases asked: "Fan work"? Don't get egotistical.
What? They say there’s a lot of it, so if there’s any specifically about us, then…
Besides, Formspring is better for answering questions. I’m not doing it here as well.
Greg and John, pissed and sitting beneath a pub table, hiding from Mycroft at five in the morning.
It was a you had to be there moment.
…Someone drew us? Very talented. Cheers!
Right. Here we are, I guess. Sherlock wanted us to be more ‘modern’, so in addition to the twitter @WatsonJW and formspring WatsonJW I’m now here as well.
I honestly have no idea what this tumble site is about.