First of all, my favorite quote: “…I began wondering if there was some kind of Watsonian guide for the care and keeping of Holmeses.” *flappy hands* Hands down, the best Holmes and Watson…adaptation?…I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. By turns amusing, dark, cute, heartbreaking, and fun as hell. OF COURSE, there’s a riveting mystery here (murder most foul at a prep school), but the real meat of the novel is the partnership and growing friendship between this Watson (Jamie, an honorable, rugby-playing stalwart, as usual) and this Holmes (Charlotte, a violin-playing, drug-addicted eccentric, also as usual). Watson is great at respecting Holmes’s boundaries while making sure she doesn’t entirely run herself into the ground. And of course, they’re teenagers, so there’s a hint of romance, but it’s completely overridden by the splendor of their glowing friendship. My one complaint is that there isn’t more of this duo IMMEDIATELY.