I’d been waiting for this book for months. Ridley Pearson had – against my will – made me fall in love with the characters of his first book and now I was desperately hoping that the sequel would appear soon. And appear it did, but not in the way I expected. The sequel popped up on the shelf of a Barnes and Noble, where it was torture to look at (if you’ve never felt the agony of having to walk past a copy of the book you’ve been waiting for and it’s RIGHT THERE! then you obviously don’t read twenty books a week. Oh wait…was that just me?). But finally the day arrived. There sat the book on the library shelf in its brand-new jacket sleeve and plastic, looking too beautiful for words. Yes! The day had finally arrived and I would finally find out what happened to the clever Moria, infuriating Sherlock, and conflicted James.
Oh, and by the way, if you’ve actually read this far, congratulations. I would’ve quit by now.
In this thrilling sequel to the original, we continue discovering the dark path of the Moriarty siblings James and Moria as they attempt to uncover the truth about their father’s death. Though they have now discovered where their family Bible lies, now their concern is to open it. And though Moria wants to share everything with her brother, she’s no longer sure she can trust him – or anyone else for that matter. When they realize that the only way to read their family Bible is through a treasured necklace, the hunt is on to find it, hindered by the mysterious society that finally has a mission for James. Betrayal, shock, and a lust for power lace through this side plot as James realizes he may be the cause of more pain than he realized. Through it all, Moria is confused about who to trust and who’s really on her side. Does her brother really owe his loyalty to this “Brotherhood”? Why are the Moriarty women all missing? And most importantly: why was her father killed?
Ridley Pearson has done it again with his sequel to the original, Lock and Key: The Downward Spiral. I found this one to be slightly less interesting, despite the fact that I was eager to read it. Moria’s character seemed to have much more emotion and middle-school girliness to her – and while I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, part of Moria’s character is to be a clever, cool-headed, resourceful adolescent who is girly but not necessarily childish. Nonetheless, I enjoyed the read. Sherlock seemed a tad less frustrating in this book, which is odd because I expected the opposite. In fact, most of my expectations were not met after I finished reading, a fact that is neither good nor bad.
Once more, I do want to warn parents: this book does have some “mild” cussing. So before handing this book to your middle-grader, you might want to sit down and read it for yourself.
Chime Time: What version of Sherlock Holmes can you not stand? Personally I like the Basil Rathbone and Robert Downey Jr. renditions, but I don’t consider the latter to truly be Holmes.