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A South African mystery writer recently said this was the best crime book ever written. I have no way of verifying that, but it was very, very good. This novel seems to come in the middle of Michael Connelly's series featuring Los Angeles detective Harry Bosch. The title derives from the discovery at the outset of a set of boy's bones on a wooded hillside above a residential street, and the case resonates strongly with Bosch because of his own troubled childhood.

Through the twists and turns that follow, three more people will die and what looked like an unsolvable mystery, then like an open-and-shut case, finally goes through an end-of-the-book reversal that pulls it all together, without straining a reader's credulity. There are a few standard mystery tropisms, but also some very nice touches, particularly the obligation that Harry lays upon the dead boy's mother at the end of the novel.

I've promised myself no spoilers, so you'll have to see for yourself. As with all good crime-solving heroes, Harry Bosch has a stubborness about him that makes him a top detective, but also makes it difficult for others to work with him, even when he's trying to treat them well. And without overdoing the scenic descriptions in the least, Connelly manages to convey a good sense of the sprawl, diversity, meanness, traffic and rootlessness of Los Angeles, and particularly of Hollywood.