This isn't your grandma's Sherlock. Andrew Lane does a great job of stripping away the stuffy icon and giving us a teenager who is brilliant but still very much out of his depth.
It’s gritty for a middle-grade book—expect some blood and genuine Victorian filth—but for a kid who finds most assigned school reading boring, this is a total win. It’s an origin story for the world’s most famous brain that actually treats the reader like they’re smart enough to keep up.






