If we can find commonality in a lightsaber, a dragon, or a sorting hat, maybe, for that one moment, we can forget our differences.
Sherlock
The Tragedy of Netflix
I’ve become obsessed. Sherlocked. I’m a Cumberbitch. A Sherlockian. A Holmie. A Baker Street Irregular. Whatever you want to call it, I’ve got it. And I’ve got it bad. A few weeks ago, a friend of mine bought me Season… Read More ›