Well, after, I think, a month's hiatus, which saw me ride the waves of Class XI while doing the juggling act of meeting the expectations of over expectant relatives and the ravings of under expectant friends, I can finally dedicate some time again to my blog. First of all, congratulations to Manchester United for qualifying for the Champions League. Yes, a playoff may still be under the wings, but Louis van Gaal has the talent, the quality, to become the wind under these wings, to take the club back to its soaring heights. And, hearty welcome to Memphis Depay to the club. What a talent. If he continues in the same vein, he will become a legend in no time. And, since we are on the topic, wishes to Steven Gerrard, Frank Lampard and Didier Drogba, rivals though they were, but they were Premier League legends and deserve a standing ovation.

Even though these are the summer holidays, for Class XI students such things are almost non existent. So when my mother expressed her surprise when I told her that I had read the latest Anthony Horowitz novel, House of Silk, it was justified. But then, these books are to me what money is to a pauper, though my mother was hardly pacified. It is another story.

The House of Silk, in its complete form, is a very good book. Anthony Horowitz has tried to bring back the magic of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, by recreating his most famous protagonist, The Great Detective, or for  people who have just woken up, Sherlock Holmes. Undoubtedly, a tough task. And he has done appreciably well. At first, and this is my thinking, I thought that some of the reasons Holmes gave for his deductions, were a little far fetched, but I don't think this weighs against Horowitz's cause. This man must be praised for trying. He even had the courage to bring back some of the older characters which I found interesting. It was during the climax, or rather, it was the climax that I found a little too cold, a little horrifying. But then, this is Holmes. This is Horowitz. A must read,even if you are not a Holmes fan.