Michael Connelly's Echo Park is okay. A Miami Herald blurb on the cover says "breathtakingly suspenseful." And it was. In one scene.
Connelly created a terrific villain—a serial rapist and killer—but he is killed 100 pages before the end. I was sorry to see him go.
I had really liked the Kathy-recommended Lincoln Lawyer, but I'd read another Connelly book before that which was bland at best. Echo Park was back to bland. The subject matter would have to be really gripping to make me pick up a third Connelly.
