When a young woman comes to Dr. Watson after the death of her brother by apparent suicide, Watson is disinclined to take the case, until he hears that one of the witnesses is a woman named Joanna Blalock. Years before, after an assignation between Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler has produced a child, Watson had been entrusted with finding that child a suitable home. That child, of course, was now Joanna Blalock, a widowed nurse with a ten year old son. Possessing the brilliant deductive mind of her father, as well as the charm and beauty of her mother, Joanna throws herself into the investigation and uncovers a truly villainous plot.
This book was… okay. In the beginning, it read a little like a Sherlock Holmes story, but soon dissolved into a sort of overly stiff and unrealistic prose. The characters all sounded samey, and Joanna spent most of the time telling everyone around her what was “elementary”. There’s a romance, which falls flat on the page. I wanted to like it so much, but whenever the characters spoke lovingly to each other, it just sounded so silly. But, besides that, I liked the mystery and the twists and turns it took, and thought it was a noble try. However, I will not be reading more of the series .
Two out of five stars