To Go: 51
41. The Winter Palace — Eva Stachniak
42. Lost Light — Michael Connelly
43. Echo Park — Michael Connelly
44. Hilarity Ensues — Tucker Max
45. A Home at the End of the World — Michael Cunningham
46. Trunk Music — Michael Connelly
47. The Professor of Desire — Philip Roth
48. A Darkness More Than Night — Michael Connelly
49. City of Bones — Michael Connelly
When the bones of a twelve-year-old boy are found scattered in the Hollywood Hills, Harry Bosch is drawn into a case that recalls the darkest memories from his own haunted past. The bones have been buried for years, but Bosch unearths the child’s identity and fractured life, determined he will not be forgotten.
Then a love affair begins to blossom for Bosch — until a disastrous mission leaves him in more trouble than ever, as he faces an unimaginable decision…
I have a bone to pick with the person writing these blurbs. Having read City of Bones (and, I must say, being very impressed with it), Harry Bosch’s “dark” past was barely recounted, unless you count a two second mention near the end of the story. And the mission is disastrous, but certainly doesn’t put him in “more trouble than ever.” He’s gotten into more trouble than that, in books that come before this one.
Aside from that little note, I actually think City of Bones was one of the strongest Bosch books I’ve read to date. The mystery was really interesting, and I liked Bosch’s temporary love affair (I’ve started to notice that he’s sort of like James Bond, except older and with a moustache…the ladies love Bosch, sometimes inexplicably). I just wish that Michael Connelly wouldn’t have killed off my favourite character. I just got attached, and then s/he (not disclosing gender, for spoilers) had to get shot.
Interestingly enough, the book that immediately followed this one was Lost Light, which I’ve already read. The series’ strongest novel (so far) was followed by its most boring instalment. Funny how that works.
Next book: The Narrows by Michael Connelly, or…something else? Same issue of not wanting to exhaust my short novel supply. But I keep drifting back to the Bosch books.