*** The Scarecrow, Michael Connelly, 2009
Off all the books I've read so far, this one is my least favorite. It has a good story, but the first 140 pages didn't grab me. We finally got some momentum a quarter of the way in and things got better, except for the tour of the colocation facility, which was boring even for me, and I know about such places, having helped design one over a decade ago. I can't imagine what it would be like for someone with no interest in technology to read that scene.
But beyond that, it was a story woth reading. I'll grant Connelly an off moment or two, after writing one astounding novel after another. Gracious of me, I know. That's just the kind of guy I am. Ask anybody. Heh.
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