Return to The Valley of Fear

Had a flashback today to a moment of extreme excitement early in my reading experience. I was listening to the BBC's adaptation of the Sherlock Holmes story The Valley of Fear and I remembered how intense I got when I first, and last, read it when I was twelve. There's a surprise at the end that threw me for a loop. Even now I'm not someone who much tries to figure out what's going to happen in books or movies like The Sixth Sense. I was less so then, perhaps because at twelve I was even less equipped to do so. Then I just let the wonder flow.

The jadedness and life complication that came with age probably remove to just beyond my reach such utterly-encompassing moments when the whole rest of the world disappears. But thankfully evidently compared to a lot of people I talk to I seem to be still quite able to get sucked into things. Which reminds me that today was just The Valley of Fear part 1. Tomorrow I'll hear part 2 and I'm really looking forward to it. Because I can't remember quite exactly what the surprise is.
-Jay