The Hound of the Baskervilles Paperback – December 21, 2020

Very easy to read for a sixth grade student

I’m blind but just holding this book I understand!

Great book - quick delivery!

Love the book. The print is small and when your eye sight is getting weaker as I get older it makes it harder to read. I guess time for readers.

Awesome

The Hound of the Baskervilles is a mystery novel by Arthur Conan Doyle, featuring the detective Sherlock Holmes.The plot of the story revolves around the legend of a supernatural hound that haunts the Baskerville family, who live on the desolate moors of Dartmoor in Devon, England. When Sir Charles Baskerville is found dead on the moors, his heir, Sir Henry Baskerville, inherits the estate and becomes the target of the supposed curse. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson are called in to investigate and protect Sir Henry from the legendary animal.As they delve deeper into the case, they uncover a web of deceit and intrigue involving a number of suspects, including the Baskerville family's butler, the local naturalist, and even Sir Henry himself. As they work to solve the mystery, they must confront the legend of the hound and the true nature of the supposed curse. Ultimately, they are able to uncover the truth and bring the perpetrators to justice.Here are a few notable quotes from the book:"I am the last and highest court of appeal in detection." -Sherlock Holmes"It is an old maxim of mine that when you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." -Sherlock Holmes"I had come to an entirely erroneous conclusion which shows, my dear Watson, how dangerous it always is to reason from insufficient data." -Sherlock Holmes"I have seen too much not to know that the impression of a woman may be more valuable than the conclusion of an analytical reasoner." -Sherlock Holmes"It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts." -Sherlock Holmes

Very disappointed in this obviously print-on-demand book. The font is too small, there are no paragraph indentations, and the top and bottom margins are not even. I requested a refund.

I cannot but regret my long delay in reading of the extraordinary powers of deduction possessed of Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I decided I must needs redress this omission.A fortnight ago, I was alone in the house, as my butler, Nigel, had gone some 4 leagues distant to attend to an infirm beloved aunt.I retired to my library with The Hound of the Baskervilles, intending to have a quiet evening of enjoyable reading. It was a dark and stormy night. The lashing rain came in hard from the lonely, blasted moor, laying thickly upon the window. I sat in my favorite chair before the fire, opening to the first page. I began to read, but in a short time, the warmth of the fire and the constant tap tap of the rain made me drowsy, and I fell into a fitful sleep.I dreamed that my good friend Sir Ichabod Drake was being attacked by six murderous ruffians. I approached from behind, pistol drawn, and made short work of them. I turned to Sir Ichabod to see that he was safe and unhurt. He cried “look you about!” I spun around to see that one of the foul attackers had risen, blood flowing from his chest, and was running toward me, knife aimed at my heart, a villainous grin upon his countenance. I raised my pistol, cocked and pulled the trigger, and heard nothing but an abortive click. My weapon was empty. The sinister hoodlum was almost upon me, and I prepared to defend myself when………….I awoke with a start, uncertain of where I was. I was shaken and felt a chill in my soul. When I at last became aware of the flickering fire, my memory returned and I recovered my composure, realizing it was but a dream. I inhaled deeply to settle my nerves, took a sip of brandy, and resumed my reading.In short order, it was 2:00 a.m. The rain had stopped, and the fire was reduced to glowing embers. All was quiet, except for an occasional feral howl coming from the nearby forest.I had finished the book with a sense of great satisfaction. The investigative prowess of Mr. Sherlock Holmes and his devoted companion Dr. Watson far exceeded my expectations, and I felt quite fulfilled.I arose from my chair, lighted a candle, extinguished the lamp, and climbed the stairs to my bed chamber. Nigel was not to return until morning so I prepared my night clothes and my own ablutions. I went to bed, a feeling of great serenity upon me. I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.