Before reading Echo Park by Michael Connelly, it had been six and a half years since I’d read one of his novels starring LAPD Homicide Detective Harry Bosch – one of the most interesting and complex characters in modern fiction. It was like catching up with an old friend, and I devoured the novel in a day and a half. It only took me that long because people wouldn’t stop bothering me. Connelly’s prose still crackles with excellence, and all his characters feel as real as I remember. The protagonist, Harry Bosch, is a natural-born detective seeking to right wrongs, but some of his choices here are called into question as to their moral correctness. Bosch has always done what he saw to be right, damn the consequences, but questions linger as to whether he got it right with this case. Connelly weaves a compelling story and raises some complicated, sticky issues, but in Harry Bosch I trust.