I just finished up my latest recreational read last night: Michael Connelly’s The Lincoln Lawyer. I have been a fan of Mr. Connelly’s Harry Bosch series for a while now, so I thought this was a safe bet.
The Lincoln Lawyer ended up being a little less complex and thrilling than I had thought it might be. Lawyer with personal problems (but not too many personal problems) defends client who ends up being a really, really bad person. It was a nice change from the norm to have a hero who actually has a decent relationship with his ex-wife (we’re actually left with a chance of them getting back together), and that doesn’t have to solve the whole thing on his own; the police seem to do a reasonable job, and actually are one step ahead of the hero at the end of the book.
Oh the whole: a reasonable read, but nothing earthshattering or new and novel here. Well, OK, it is novel… a novel, that is. 