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51. The Overlook — Michael Connelly
52. Chasing The Dime — Michael Connelly
53. Sweet Talk — Julie Garwood
54. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin — Louis de Bernieres
55. Tolstoy and the Purple Chair — Nina Sankovitch
56. Close Your Eyes — Amanda Eyre Ward
57. The Last Coyote — Michael Connelly
Harry Bosch’s life is on the edge. His earthquake-damaged home has been condemned. His girlfriend has left him. He’s drinking too much. After attacking his commanding officer, he’s been forced to turn in his LAPD detective’s badge. Now, suspended indefinitely pending a psychiatric evaluation, he is obsessed with investigating an unsolved crime from 1961: the brutal slaying of a prostitute who happened to be his own mother. Even after three decades, Harry’s questions generate heat among L.A.’s top politicos. And as the shocking truth starts to emerge, the fallen cop gets closer to an enemy who is very powerful, cunning…and deadly.
As you may have noticed, the time between the last time I finished a book and now is one week less than a full month. Insanity! Hopefully it won’t take me as long to read the next book, but I do have some time before I start working on my next school assignment. I’m going to try to cram another book in — most likely The Emperor of Paris, by C.S. Richardson.
Anyway, onto the review! I feel like my thoughts on The Last Coyote are a little disjointed because I read the first half in fragments, and the second half all at once. Overall though I thought it was a really solid book in the Harry Bosch series — I’d known for a while that he solves his own mother’s murder and had been looking forward to reading the book that took place in, and The Last Coyote didn’t disappoint. Michael Connelly always has good surprise twists at the end of his novels, and this one was definitely shocking and unexpected.
I also really like the character Jasmine Corian, though I’m reluctant to get emotionally invested in her: judging from the later Bosch books, she doesn’t stick around. Very disappointing, because she is a really well-developed, deeply intriguing character who I’d love to know more about.
The only thing I really dislike about Michael Connelly books is this pervasive pretentious philosophizing. (How was that for awesome alliteration?) The series tries to present Harry Bosch as both a bad-ass cop and a deep thinker, and the latter half ends up feeling consistently ham-fisted and overly pretentious. In The Last Coyote, the coyote metaphor is really obnoxious. (Harry as “the last coyote,” the lone wolf, if you will. Get it?)
But that’s just nit-picking; I really do love the series. Anyway, I’m off to start my next book, and hopefully I’ll be writing again in the next day or so!
Next book: one of the last three Connelly books I have, or The Emperor of Paris by C.S. Richardson.