It is sensational to read a book and learn all about being independent and in control of your life.

I first heard of Sherlock Holmes when I was about ten years old. I was captivated by stories like,  A Study in Scarlet,  The Sign of the Four, and The Curse of the Baskervilles. There were more Saturday afternoons than I can count spent with Holmes and his friend Watson. In my ten year old mind, Holmes was an extraordinary figure. He was independence personified.

The detectives at Scotland Yard always wanted Holmes’s help. He helped of course, but in his on way and in his own time. Holmes had a way of looking at facts, items, and situations like no one else. One person would look at you and think you were sloppy and didn’t care about your appearance. Holmes would look at you and notice that you were up all night with a sick child, you have two cats, three dogs, and ran out of milk this morning. It was incredible. He had his own way of looking at things.