Sigh. I finished reading this almost a week ago, and I realized today that I've been putting off writing my review because... I didn't love it, and several bloggers recommended it to me, so I'm afraid they're going to be disappointed that I didn't love it. I didn't hate it either, but I had enough issues with it that I can only say I liked it okay.
Partly, of course, this might be because I'm spoiled by Laurie R. King and Nicholas Meyer, whose Sherlock Holmes pastiches ring so true to the original characters. If I hadn't read and reread their books, I might have liked this better. Or if I wasn't super picky about dialog. Because my biggest issue with The House of Silk is that the dialog so often didn't strike me as very Holmesish or Watsonish. If I also hadn't just read the whole canon last year, I might not have been bugged by that either, I'm not sure. Their actions were pretty in-character, but I struggled to get a lot of the dialog to fit with them in my head, and that shouldn't happen.
My other issue is the icky nature of the House of Silk itself. About 3/4 of the way through the book I started to suspect that something sexual would be at the center of the intrigue, but the final reveal disgusted me so thoroughly I won't be re-reading this ever.
Also, Horowitz makes it clear through Watson that Sherlock Holmes has died at some point, and... that's not how I personally play The Game, so I'm not going to exactly hold that against the book, but I disagreed with it, nonetheless.
So. This was well-plotted and well-written except for my above-mentioned feelings. It definitely kept me engaged and involved, and spending time with Holmes and Watson is always delightful.
Particularly Good Bits:
Childhood, after all, is the first precious coin that poverty steals from a child (p. 52).
Put simply, next to Holmes, any detective would have found it nigh on impossible to make his mark and even I, who was at his side more often than anyone, sometimes had to remind myself that I was not a complete idiot (p. 65).
His eyes were bright but the bones in his cheek drew dark lines below them and I thought not even the angel of death would appear quite so menacing when finally we met (p. 252).
"Every crime that I have ever investigated has had what you might call a narrative flow -- it is this invisible thread that my friend, Dr. Watson, has always unerringly identified" (p. 285).
If This was a Movie, I Would Rate It: R for violence and sexual content and situations that are not described in detail.
This is my twelfth book read and reviewed for the I Love Library Books Challenge. And twelve was my goal, so yay me! I finished a challenge!