A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (Sherlock Holmes #1, 1887)

My Rating: 5/5

I was completely stupefied the moment I'd finished the first part of the story. My heart pummeled, my nerves tingled, my eyes nearly fell off to the ground, neither blink a second nor attempted to dab it with my hand, and my head downright whirled. The consciousness went back after I'd burnt my rice and grandma's fury was anywhere (face palm). Of course I blamed Sherlock for the worse experiences I had that day. (woa! what a massive effects it had on me.)

The story was divided into two parts. First, it invited us to know the cleverness of the amateur protagonist and how he'd simply solved the queer murder case in three days, and had afforded to watch Neruda's concert while the two Scotland Yard blunders misled themselves to catch the real suspect, scratching their scalps so badly for indignity they received from the dilettante, but somehow triumphantly take the credit at the end. Doctor John Watson, his fellow-lodger at 221 B Baker Street, has strongly disapproved with Holmes' perspective letting the two get a public testimonial without him getting noticed; took his pen and write a pamphlet for his friend entitled A Study in Scarlet. Second course would be the murderer's story on how he'd executed his sweet revenge against the victims and why he'd plotted the felony.

Sherlock Holmes' capacity, for me, is very remarkable. He is quick to comprehend, sagacious, very accurate in details and reason out things logically. He's a pompous guy that would definitely blow you away for his awesomeness. I liked him very much. So bad he didn't get the merit after what he had done over the case.

It's a perfect five, tho. Highly recommend!