A review by squishies
Gideon Smith and the Mask of the Ripper by David Barnett

3.0

I really don't understand why I put myself through the ludicrousness of this world. Like seriously! At least it didn't feel like a big mess of ideas like America was, though I couldn't help but exclaim out loud, "But of course Sherlock Holmes, Dr Watson, and Lestrade would pop up, why not?!"

I got to enjoy the story a lot more when I felt like the world stopped exploding in my face with slightly twisted versions of what we know (I'm still slight battered from book 2). I was so very grateful when things settled.

Surely the two gentlemen in the sewers was a nod to Gaiman's Croup and Vandemar? They threw off the really similar vibes.

Poor Rowena.