My mother is probably one of the most avid readers I know of in the genre of mystery. Every so often when we do a bit of spring cleaning (or weekend cleaning) there’s always dozens and dozens of mystery books lying around from Rex Stout to Conan Doyle and sometimes a touch of Agatha Christie. Being a fan of this genre, she also flocks towards the television adaptations of the stories. She doesn’t mingle over the details or what parts of the story aren’t fitting to the book....