This made me think of one of my favourite television programmes – Bones. I recently binge watched all the episodes on Disney channel. It was weird, there were some episodes I didn’t know the end of. But there were some episodes I could remember word for word.
I’ve also read the books, that the series was loosely based on. I say loosely because apart from the actual crimes, the television series was completely different. I enjoyed them both, but for different reasons.
I like anything with detectives in it, but that is probably because of my dad. I remember watching black and white series of; Sherlock Holmes, The Chinese Detective and Miss Marple. I can watch these programmes again and again, and even though I know who the murderer is I still want to watch it to the very end.
It is like my dad is sitting there with me.