Sherry Thomas

Books: Mystery | Historical

The Lady Sherlock Series: A Study In Scarlet Women (2016), A Conspiracy in Belgravia (2017), The Hollow of Fear (2018), The Art of Theft (2019)


The Lady Sherlock Series

A Study In Scarlet Women (2016)

Let me be blunt: I never read Sherlock Holmes stories that were not written by ACD. I hate them. I also can’t stand having the character appropriated by other authors. Honestly, I don’t even care as much for the last couple of Sherlock Holmes stories written by ACD. The character feels off to me and I don’t quite enjoy them.

So I immediately dismissed this book when I first came across it, but then I read a review and saw that Sherlock Holmes as he was written by ACD doesn’t appear at all, and I was intrigued.

Charlotte Holmes is an odd woman. She has the characteristics of ACD’s Holmes, but as a woman is required to follow society, and so that informs her character. So she and her friend Lord Ingram come up with Sherlock Holmes, as a reclusive man who sometimes assists the police in their inquiries.

Because she cannot live the life she wants, she decides to destroy her reputation.

“But has your son fared any better? No gentleman would take up with an unmarried young lady from a good family. Does he not share some of the blame?”

“He does.” Lady Shrewsbury sounded as if she were speaking through a mouthful of sand. “And he will hear from his wife and myself. But men are creatures of unbound lust. It is the duty of good women to keep them in check.”

So, how did it hold together as a story? I initially had a difficult time getting into the book. I started several times, and it was only once I got past the initial scene of Charlotte’s ruin that it became interesting. Partially because the story shifts then to Olivia’s POV, and I quite like Livia.

“Lady X is dead.”

Livia braced a hand on the newel post, her incredulity shot through with an incipient dread. “How can that be?”

“They found her expired early this morning. The doctor’s already been and declared it an aneurysm of the brain. But I think it’s divine justice. The way she came and shoved all the blame on us, when it was her own son who was the cad and the bounder? She deserved it.”

Livia shuddered at her mother’s callousness. “I don’t believe the Almighty strikes anyone dead solely for being petty, or even hypocritical.”

It also took awhile for the mystery to develop fully, which didn’t help, since I cared less about Charlotte’s dress and search for a job that I am sure I was supposed to.

And although the female characters were fully developed, as was the Inspector (who I quite liked) I had great difficulty keeping the secondary characters apart, especially since there were a number of characters whose last names started with S and were of a similar length: Sheridan, Sackville, and Shrewsbury–I kept confusing them in my mind, which didn’t help at all.

I also had difficulty believing the valet’s changing of his story.

Treadles didn’t believe him. “If they were truly such pedestrian sins, why did you keep them a secret?”

“Mr. Sackville can’t defend his good name anymore, so it’s up to the rest of us. Men have sinned much worse. But when they die of natural causes, nobody cares what they’ve done in their spare time. Mr. Sackville ought to be given the same privacy— he’d have wanted it.”

Given what Mr. Sackville was doing, I have a very hard time believing that the valet would take steps to try and stop it, but then take such steps to defend him after his death. And to be clear, the valet DID know what was going on, and was horrified by it, and tried to take steps to change or stop it.

His character was simply too inconsistent for me to believe.

That said, I did enjoy the story and think there is a ton of potential here for future stories and I look forward to reading the next book.

Published by Berkley

September 2017 | Rating: 6.5/10

A Conspiracy in Belgravia (2017)

This is the second Lady Sherlock Holmes book, and as I’ve mentioned before, I generally hate Sherlock Holmes stories, but this one I don’t mind as such, since instead of taking the characters are Doyle wrote them, she has imagined that Sherlock Holmes was based upon a woman, and the stories were written by that woman’s sister. That’s fun and follows the spirit of what I like about mysteries.


There is something about this story that just felt off to me. It’s possible it was the jumping back and forth in time, as the characters remember things about the past and those memories are woven into the narrative. It’s not that it’s extremely jarring, and that might not even be it, but I can’t figure out precisely what it is.

The mystery is interesting, and the characters are a lot of fun, and I especially like Charlotte.

Charlotte had not been to church since she ran away from home. God likely wouldn’t mind if she stepped inside His house— Jesus voluntarily associated with women of less-than-pristine repute— but His followers tended to be less magnanimous.

And I like Livia perhaps even more.

Livia viewed everything through a lens of complications, real and imaginary. From where to sit at a tea party, to whether she ought to say something to the hostess if her table setting was missing a fork, her lugubrious and plentiful imagination always supplied scenarios in which she committed a fatal misstep that destroyed any chance she had at a happy, secure life. For her, every choice was agony, every week seven days of quicksand and quagmire.

And I love their relationship.

Charlotte knew everything about Livia— and Charlotte did not want Livia to be anything other than who she was.

Yet still, there was something about the story that just never gelled for me.

That doesn’t mean I don’t want to read more, because I definitely do, because it was enjoyable. But I’m also glad I borrowed this book instead of paying full price for it, because it was good, but it wasn’t quite that good.

Publisher: Berkley

March 2018 | Rating: 7/10

The Hollow of Fear (2018) 

The third Lady Sherlock Mystery.

Society is still searching for Charlotte Holmes–and treating her sister Livia with the suspicion of one closely related to a scandal. So Livia is glad to escape to the country home of Mrs Newell–who happens to be a near neighbor of Lord Ingram.

Lord Ingram has put it out that his wife has gone to the continent for her back, when in reality she has fled after being discovered as a traitor.

The mystery is quite over-the-top with hidden bodies and busybodies and police with complicated married lives and missing sisters. I’m not sure how I feel about the solution to the murder mystery. It felt–perhaps beyond belief? It’s been several days and I still can’t decide quite how I feel.

I also can’t decide how I feel about Charlotte.

Her senses sharpened on an empty stomach, occasionally to such an extent that she needed to cover her eyes and stick her fingers in her ears.

Like the Conan Doyle Sherlock, Charlotte is problematic in both her actions and way of thinking. Unlike the Doyle character, neither Holmes nor Watson holds a candle to the secondary character of Livia Holmes, who is regularly kept in the dark for her own safety, and seen even by Charlotte as being unable to be trusted with sensitive information.

I quite like Livia.

Lord Ingram had asked that she be put up in the manner of an esteemed guest, because she was Charlotte’s sister.

This was what it felt like to be valued.

It’s still sad she doesn’t believe herself to be valued for herself.

It’s an interesting series, and I’m still intrigued, but I’m also glad I’m borrowing it from the library rather than pay full price for it.

Publisher: Berkley

December 2018 | Rating: 7/10

The Art of Theft (2019)

The Art of TheftCharlotte Holmes has been taking a break from consulting after her last case. But when Mrs. Watson’s old friend asks for help, Charlotte, Livia, and everyone else is drawn into a heist.

I’ve had a request for this from the library since it came out, so when it finally became available, I had to read it, and read it quickly so it would then be available for the next person.

It’s possible that I just wasn’t in the mood for this, and forcing myself to read a book I wasn’t in the mood for affected my feelings. Because I just didn’t particularly enjoy this book.

There were bits and pieces I enjoyed, such as this bit between Charlotte and Livia.

“How can you like this house, Charlotte? Are you sure that you are not actually color-blind?”

“I forgot to tell you?” said Charlotte mildly. “After you accused me of being color-blind the first few times, I performed some tests and determined that there is nothing the matter with my sight.”

“But there is already so much red and coral on this side, and that is all green.” Livia pointed an accusing finger at the opposite wall, behind one large gilded mirror.

“It’s a nice green.”

“It’s a wrong green,” said Livia, half shuddering.

Especially as it was followed by this.

Unbroken stretches of a single color or texture, especially in clothes and interiors, overwhelmed me as a child. I had to close my eyes to ward off headaches. I’m no longer affected to the same extent, but I still have an instinctive preference for more colors and textures over fewer.

But for the most part I just could not get into the story.

First, things remain unsettled between Charlotte and Ash.

And Charlotte Holmes and Lord Ingram, without everything holding them back, might come together in a storm of sparks while the physical pleasures were new. But, as time went on, they would reveal themselves to be what they had always been: two highly mismatched individuals.

I just don’t care about their relationship. It’s wrong of me, but I just don’t. I get that Charlotte has physical feelings for Ash. And I get that Ash adores Charlotte (to the point he made a terrible marriage), but I don’t care about them as a couple at all and in fact would prefer them to remain friends and nothing else.

It’s probably a lot of this has to do with my life-long love a Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Holmes, who has always come across as Ace / Aro. Sherlock has no romantic feelings, and you never see him having any sexual feelings. He lives in his mind.

Making Charlotte allosexual just feels inherently wrong to me. I get that she’s a completely different character (which is why I was ok reading the earlier books in the series, when I normally HATE all non-canon Holmes stories) but I simply can’t get onboard with the boinking. Charlotte has so many of Sherlock’s other characteristics, the 180 from from him here is just too jarring.

Secondly, I may love heist movies, but I rarely enjoy heist books–at least when a heist book appears out of nowhere in the middle of a series. I generally love thieves as characters, but I don’t love characters who are not naturally thieves acting as such when it seems to go against their characters and skills. (Livia taking part in the heist was one of my biggest issues. It felt contrary to her character, the same as for “Madame”.

As much as I like Livia and want her to succeed, these book just did NOT work for me, and I may well be done with the series.

I do love the cover however!

Publisher: Berkley

January 2020 | Rating: 5/10