I thought Michael Connelly’s Blood Work and The Poet would be brief detours I needed to read in order to fill in some story-lines carried over into The Narrows, tenth in the Harry Bosch series.
Well, I ripped through Blood Work in a little over a day, and was about to start reading The Poet this afternoon.
Had to stop and ask myself, ‘What’s up?’
Am I in that much of a hurry to get these two books out of the way in order to get back to Harry?
I ripped through Blood Work because I got caught up in the story. No real attachment to the protagonist, Terry McCaleb; nor, in honesty, to any of the characters, but I barely set the book down till it was done.
I think I just plain needed a break from Harry Bosch.