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A review by rlisaacs
The Case of the Left-Handed Lady by Nancy Springer
4.0
More a 3.5, but I didn't want to just leave it at 3. Still a very good and solid book in the Enola Holmes series. I still love Enola, and am growing to love her even more. She still has a long way to go and to grow, and she knows it, but she is still already so clever, so smart, and she cares so much about finding things and people who are lost and need saving.
And I have a bit of hope for Sherlock now. So yay!
And because I think it might be spoiler-ish... Spoilers ahead! You've been warned:
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Just so I can say, comparing to Netflix again, my hope for Sherlock made me smile at the end of this book. Enola, by the end, has revealed quite a bit of herself to her favored brother that she was hiding from. And in so doing, may have messed up some of her plans for how she'll continue finding lost things and people going forward. And Sherlock still tries to catch her. Tries to insist she come home and take her 'proper place' as a woman of society.
Needless to say, Enola refuses, and so cleverly dupes him into spending his whole night searching for her when, TA DA!, she had ended up finding her way into his house, into his very room, for the remainder of the night. The one location he never thought to look for her, because why would she have come to the home of the one trying to capture her. (Capture may be too strong a word, but I'm using it anyway. Sherlock in this book has what he feels are good intentions... but he is wrong. So very wrong. Even if Enola is only fourteen.)
In any case, all of this to finally get to the end of the book, where Sherlock realizes that Enola not only evaded escape, but did so by breaking into his room and stealing some of his disguises from his wardrobe. And at first he's furious at the audacity of Enola and what she did.
And then he smiles. And then he even laughs.
And I do love Enola, I truly do. All of the book is about Enola, and how she once again uncovers the truth of the mystery when her brother Sherlock did not bother, and the police couldn't do it themselves.
But I LOVE Sherlock Holmes. Always have, and always will. And while in the first book, I wasn't very pleased with him... the ending of this one gives me hope that he may still come around.
Still not as likeable as the Netflix version. I feel like at the end of that first movie, Sherlock was on board with Enola being her own person. No boarding schools or corsets too tightly laced or other things that, in that time, women were just expected to do or were considered nuts for not doing. And in this second book, Sherlock still has a long way to go. But, I have hope, and I will take it.
Continuing on to the next one, dear readers. Thank you for reading my ramblings.
And I have a bit of hope for Sherlock now. So yay!
And because I think it might be spoiler-ish... Spoilers ahead! You've been warned:
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-
-
-
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Just so I can say, comparing to Netflix again, my hope for Sherlock made me smile at the end of this book. Enola, by the end, has revealed quite a bit of herself to her favored brother that she was hiding from. And in so doing, may have messed up some of her plans for how she'll continue finding lost things and people going forward. And Sherlock still tries to catch her. Tries to insist she come home and take her 'proper place' as a woman of society.
Needless to say, Enola refuses, and so cleverly dupes him into spending his whole night searching for her when, TA DA!, she had ended up finding her way into his house, into his very room, for the remainder of the night. The one location he never thought to look for her, because why would she have come to the home of the one trying to capture her. (Capture may be too strong a word, but I'm using it anyway. Sherlock in this book has what he feels are good intentions... but he is wrong. So very wrong. Even if Enola is only fourteen.)
In any case, all of this to finally get to the end of the book, where Sherlock realizes that Enola not only evaded escape, but did so by breaking into his room and stealing some of his disguises from his wardrobe. And at first he's furious at the audacity of Enola and what she did.
And then he smiles. And then he even laughs.
And I do love Enola, I truly do. All of the book is about Enola, and how she once again uncovers the truth of the mystery when her brother Sherlock did not bother, and the police couldn't do it themselves.
But I LOVE Sherlock Holmes. Always have, and always will. And while in the first book, I wasn't very pleased with him... the ending of this one gives me hope that he may still come around.
Still not as likeable as the Netflix version. I feel like at the end of that first movie, Sherlock was on board with Enola being her own person. No boarding schools or corsets too tightly laced or other things that, in that time, women were just expected to do or were considered nuts for not doing. And in this second book, Sherlock still has a long way to go. But, I have hope, and I will take it.
Continuing on to the next one, dear readers. Thank you for reading my ramblings.