This is not my first time reading The Hound of the Baskervilles, but the book I read this time sure must have been a different book than the one I read the first time around! I was about 15 when I first read this book, and I was completely entranced by it. It was creepy, suspenseful, tragic.
Good. Grief. This time around I found the book to be slow, boring, predictable, and the only tragedy was that a reread made a book I five-stars-loved into one that I could barely give two stars to! I spent six weeks of my life dragging myself to the conclusion of this book, and when I was done with it I wished for every second of that time back.
I am now left feeling confused (what made me love this book the first time?), sad (A book I thought was great just isn't), and embarrassed (crikey, how many people have I suggested this book to over the years?!). My advice on rereads: Think twice before you go there. The heart that gets broken could be your own.