Forget messiahs, the real resurrection for me this Easter is Enola Holmes! After reading book 6 way back in 2017, I thought (with much dismay) that her story ended at the discovery of her mother's fate and her reconciliation with Mycroft and Sherlock. Imagine my delight when I discovered through idle Goodreads browsing that there were now not one, but *THREE* more books in the series! I believe the only adequate word is "Squeeeeeeeee". I'm not an imbecile and I can see that Nancy Springer has started putting pen to paper again because of the success of the Netflix movies. Whatever. No shade to Millie Bobby Brown or Henry Cavill, but I'm only here for the real, book-version Enola. If the movies mean we get more books, I am 100% here for it (with only the one sad fact that the titles now begin with "Enola Holmes and" instead of "The Case of", but beggars can't be choosers). Anyway, a missing twin, a runaway mare, a nefarious hot aristocrat, Bedlam, and of course a plethora of disguises on all sides. She's baaaaaack!