The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle was one of the first Sherlock Holmes books I read; I have a very strong memory of skiving off a school sports day when I was about nine or ten, sitting at the edge of the playing fields and reading a really old copy of this book that had belonged to my Mum when she was a younger. I’ve read it and all the Holmes books quite a few times since then, and I’m always amazed by how fresh it is and how much I still love it like it was the first time I was reading it. I wasn’t actually planning to read it, until last night when I was halfway through a book I wasn’t enjoying at all, and decided that I just wanted to read something different, something I knew I would enjoy. I then further realised that this would be an excellent choice, in preparation for the next episode of Sherlock! Fortunately I had this lovely copy on hand, part of this collection which I bought myself a few years ago to replace my various mismatched copies. I read the first half of it last night and then finished it off this morning , because I really couldn’t put it down. 110 years since it was published, 15 years since I first read it, and it is still a completely brilliant book.