Harry Bosch, Book 20 by my count, which I've been informed is inaccurate, but whatevs.
A group of my friends were recently ranting about how they have to go through a number of pages, IF NOT DOZENS to get to the meat of the article they are trying to read, or the recipe they are trying to find, and how frustrating this is. Given my book reviews really are just my discovery of the book, and not really reviews, per se, hell, you could call these blog posts that I write when I finish a book, even, I'm good with my lack of book-reviewing-book-reviews.
What does that have to do with this latest Bosch book? Absolutely nothing.
I've been sick the last five days. Today, I read this book, start to finish, because doing anything else required too much effort. That said, I enjoyed this book. Yeah, it was a crossover with the lawyer dude, which is where I think my book count is off, with the books that have the half-brother in them, but the book is mostly Bosch, and it was a good detective adventure.
Unsurprisingly, BAD COPS! No tunnels, though. Odd that.
If you're a fan of Bosch or happen, like me, to have all twenty something books available and you're reading them, keep going. This was fun.
All of the patients Bosch saw leaving were women, all of them middle aged or older, all of them by themselves.
All of them probably trying to hold onto an image of youth, pushing back that moment they feared when men would stop looking at them. It was a rough and tough world out there.
This was the only part in the book that caught my attention. I was reminded about how much we need love, need attention, are willing to subjugate ourselves for the approval of another, how much we are willing to mutilate ourselves physically emotionally mentally for the illusion of a perfect love.