Then there’s the added issue of August Moriarty’s presence in Charlotte’s life suddenly, which Jamie is *none* too thrilled about. And Watson is hyper aware of this, and struggles with both wanting her and wanting her to feel safe. Charlotte is a rape survivor, so despite the fact that she trusts Watson more than anyone else on the planet, a physical relationship between them will never come easy. They’re both afraid of crossing a line from Best Friends to Something More, and for good reason.
And yet, everything is so complicated between them. Jamie alternates between anger and warmth quickly and with fervor, but his passion makes him a perfect foil for Charlotte. She holds people at arms’ length, yet when her vulnerability shows, she’s as frail as glass. Charlotte’s past haunts her like a persistant ghost. You want to hug them, shake them, then hug them again. There’s a lot of darkness in their depths, but that’s what makes them interesting. Watson and Holmes contain multitudes, and those multitudes aren’t all sunshine and rainbows.
There’s certainly no shortage of complexity with these two.
Holmes is determined to find Leander, and suddenly, Watson finds himself being dragged across Europe, ensnared in a tangled web of Holmes-Moriarty family drama and the dark underbelly of the European art world, while trying not to get killed (again) in the process. The pair are holed up at Holmes’ family estate in Sussex, resting after their run-in with the Moriarty family (and trying to awkwardly navigate the rocky sea that is their feelings for one another) when Holmes’ favorite uncle Leander goes missing. Poor Jamie Watson just wanted to have a chill Christmas break after spending his fall semester at boarding school being framed for murder, then almost getting murdered, alongside Charlotte Holmes. ~*~sPoILeR aLeRt~*~ This is your official warning that The Last of August is the second book in the Charlotte Holmes series, and thus, this book report may contain some light spoilerage for the first book. Imagine this pattern lining the walls of an old library. Sherlockian Toile, as Mandy called it, is like, so hot right now. I am WAY obsessed with the covers for this series. Cover Story: Wallpaper My Library With It Already
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