I’ve been reading more Sherlock Holmes stories this week. And what did I learn from my reading? That given enough time together one can even fall in love with an emotionless, arrogant, analytical brained machine, who is a confirmed bachelor and thinks most women are silly and unnecessary. Yes indeed, I am just a wee bit in love with Sherlock Holmes. Not to worry Hunky Hubby, besides being fictitious, he is incapable of long term affection and is only interested in girls if they are dying in some terrible and fascinating mystery. Once they are living and normal, he is bored. But isn’t that part of the point of fiction. To make the reader fall in love with the people in your story? What think you?