The Literary Horizon: Good Night, Mr. Holmes, The Last Dickens

I tend to rag on mysteries, if I’m paying them any attention—they rarely provide me with more than one reread, and rereadability is one way I measure a good book. Or perhaps it’s because I used to read and reread this Agatha Christie collection my mother had; I remember waiting to forget the solutions to reread it, because there was really no other reason I was reading it. But, in the interests of fairness, there are a handful of mystery titles on my reading list that I am honestly excited about getting to—and they’re both set in the late 1800s.

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