Moriarty
by Anthony Horowitz

I…. never really loved to read a murder mystery. Sure, I read it once in a while. I enjoyed it. But I was never really invested in them. Sure, old lady gets murdered in revenge because she probably cut off that guy in her will. Guy changes documents, ends up inheriting most of her money, other relatives get suspicious. Enter Mr. Genius Detective, who solves it all with a lot of convenient clues, family gets fortune back, detective gets paid, and bad guy goes to jail. This was what my perception of a murder mystery was. On the other hand, I always have and always will love fantasy to the extent of dreaming random situations set in some series in which I (cough, cough) save the day. Which is quite fun, to be honest. Therefore (sounds like an exam answer at this point. Why did the author rarely read murder mysteries? Please give an example along with you answer-) I did not read murder mysteries. Where is the example, you might ask? Um, this is going to be a very unpopular opinion but You’ll Be The Death of Me, though enjoyable, was never really loved by me. It took me a month to actually start reading it, and once I was finished, I had forgotten about it by the week’s end. (sorry, certain classmate who loves her books! I APOLOGISE! I APOLOGISE!) Anyway. As you might have figured, Moriarty is a murder mystery. But is it like the stereotypical ones I ranted about before this? NO. NO, IT IS NOT. I started it with low expectations and the desperation of having to read something. Having nothing else, I started Moriarty. THAT. THAT was one of the best decisions of my life. Like omggggg seriously?!!! It. Was. So. GOOOOD!!!!! It had me hooked from line number 1. From the moment Frederick Chase started his journey from Switzerland and ended in strange underground caverns in London, I fell in love with the story. First of all, the setting! That old era London was so quaint and charming and everyone talked in a very proper way, it was so charming and so disturbing at the same time because it seems impossible that murders and such happened there. No, surely not! That city is too cute for this! But they did happen, and by the end of the book London wasn’t looking cute as cute as before. Oh, well. On the other hand, the entire case was soooo complex, but in the end it made total sense. The plot twist at the end? I JUST CAN’T. I CAN’T FUNCTIONNNN I had to read those pages like three whole times before I got it and WHEN I GOT IT. WHEN I GOT IT god I just can’t. *bow to Anthony Horowitz supremacy*. The characters, the murders, all of it! That tiny paperback just blew my mind. Never judge a book by its cover at its finest lol. Ok so the basic story is that after the events at Reichenbach falls, both Holmes and Moriarty are presumed dead. Private investigator Frederick Chase from America turns up, looking for an American criminal who, he thinks, is in England. He bumps into Athelney Jones, a Scotland Yard inspector who is on a case of his own. Realising that they have similar interests, they decide to work together. The two of them soon become fast friends, but then realize that the mystery they were determined to solve was very complicated indeed. This was one hell of a ride to read and I do not think I have ever read a mystery with more interest before. If you like mystery, or actually if you like any genre, READ IT. READ ITTTT. 12+