That's why it's so surprising that I still have in my possession two of my oldest books. Are they prize possessions? No, not really. They're just old and -- okay, I'll admit it -- I have a bit of soft spot for them.
Hearken back with me now to Christmas eve, 1974. I loved these books when I got them and, okay, I love them still.
|Sherlock has lost his dust jacket. I say! And Bram's is looking a little threadbare.|
|Maybe the only truly frightening horror story I've ever read.|
|The childish scrawl of a 14-year-old. Not much has changed -- except I type now.|
|"Left Munich at 8:35..." What a great way to start a journey!|
|These stories are now on my Kindle.|
|Who doesn't love Sherlock?|
The book is dead. Long live the book!