Okay, I gave up on Michael Connelly's Echo Park. About halfway through it, I had an epiphany: Hey, waitaminute. This really is just another serial killer novel.
Have I mentioned before that I don't like serial killer novels? Nor do I give a rat's ass about profiling and forensics.
Throw in the fact that the dialogue is stiff (it must be odd living in a world where people hardly ever use contractions) and Harry Bosch is a jazz snob, and I'm outta there. I had to reread my ARC of Gischler's The Deputy just to cleanse the ol' palate.
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I tried to get into "Trunk Music" - because Stephen King liked it - off and on for a month. Like you, I gave up. Connelly's an okay writer, but I was expecting James Lee Burke. My bad, I guess.
There are too many good books I haven't read to waste time on something that I wasn't enjoying.
"There are too many good books I haven't read to waste time on something that I wasn't enjoying."
Exactly, Rich.
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