Connelly is an amazingly consistent novelist. LA’s Detective Bosch first came to me in the Amazon series, and although that was years ago, and I’ve read numerous books featuring Harry Bosch since, the character still carries Titus Welliver’s face, voice, and manner as I read. Harry is damaged, flawed, and often contrary, but his morality is his driving force. This story finds him twisted and turned as he investigates a decades-old murder that hits painfully close to home. His confusion leads to personal losses that will surely haunt him going forward, but as a Vietnam Veteran, that will be nothing new.

It was the best Book I ever had.

A very good thriller. Couldn't put it down towards the end. It took a bit to get into it.

Spent essentially my entire Sunday off with John Grisham, my all-time-favorite narrator Michael Beck, and Jake Brigance, and it was a wonderful, emotional 11 hours. At 20 hours in total, this audiobook is L O N G, but it’s one of Grisham’s greats and well worth every minute (even though I’m dying to know what happens next). There is no suspenseful movie or dramatic police/courtroom procedural TV series that can touch Grisham’s storytelling. When Beck reads his books, it’s even better than reading them myself, not to mention being able to cook without splashing sauce onto a page (although I’d NEVER risk that with a library book!). Loved this one wholeheartedly.

While Mary’s tendency to bounce around seemingly at random on the timeline of her life can be irritating, this book will chill you to the bone. How she survived life in that family is a testament to her resilience and pure stubbornness. I’m counting this as my nonfiction book about winter, because a perfect subtitle would be Winter of the Soul. Those people weren’t just cold hearted; they were heartless and subhuman. Fred T. was gleefully cruel to his own son, and everyone who allowed it to go on for decades bears some of the weight of Freddie’s decline and ultimate death. I wish this were a novel, but it’s all too true.????

LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!

It was AMAZING!!!!!!!!!! I loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every single emotion worked me over while reading this book. The mystery was intriguing, but Whitaker’s characters were really amazing. Each one had hidden aspects, some revealed early and others not until the last act. But the tales of those condemned, cast aside, or simply forgotten by our society were powerful and haunting. Giving this 4.5 stars, but rounding up, especially after a couple of bad book choices. Usually an audiobook stays in the house or in the car for its duration, but this one kept me in the driveway until chapters ended so it could come inside with me. Couldn’t put it down until it was finished.

As with all the Women’s Murder Club titles, #13 is formulaic, and January LaVoy’s reading is fine. Nothing about this will make anyone toss it on the DNF pile, nor will it send them running to the bookstore for a personal copy to re-read over the years — no The Stand or Ender’s Game here. It’s one of those ideal audiobooks for long days up & down the highway. This one pits Detective Lindsay Boxer against an unusual bomber while putting one of her besties in a life-threatening situation AND bringing back an old foe that could endanger her happy little family. One negative: LaVoy’s “Asian” voice irks me to no end; just because Yuki is a small woman does NOT mean she sounds like a nasal Minnie Mouse. One positive: since she joined the WMC, Cindy has been immature & annoying; by the end of this one, she’d started to grow up a bit. Claire Washburn is always my personal favorite of this group. So yeah, #14 will eventually end up in my car’s CD player for another few days’ road entertainment.

Every single character was annoying at the very least and monstrous at worst. This was partly because they were written that way — manipulative, violent, scheming, extremely dishonest, drunken, whiny, detached to the point of not caring about anyone — and partly because of obnoxious voicing by narrator Jeffrey Cummings. This audiobook was in the car and only listened to in small doses most days, which was the only way I got through it. It did have a rather unexpected ending, though, giving it a little boost. I don’t go for feel-good, happily-ever-after stories, but Wild Zone was like going to a party where everyone is lewd, crude, rude, wasted out of their minds, and socially unacceptable, but at the end of the bad night, you see one couple sharing a sweet kiss. Doesn’t make it worth attending, but at least you end up with a momentary smile.