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Il poeta è tornato by Anna Rusconi, Michael Connelly

civreader's review against another edition

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5.0

4.5*
A decent end to McCaleb’s part in the Bosch Universe. Not the best in the series, but certainly very good.

scottk1222's review against another edition

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4.0

Yet another excellent book with Harry. I can not add more than I have already said on other reviews Mr. Connelly has a great talent and I always look forward to another Bosch Novel. Keep 'em coming is all I have to say.

anrobe's review against another edition

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5.0

Loving my Harry Bosch readathon ... and this one was fantastic! Really enjoyed every moment of the read!

paulmslima's review against another edition

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3.0

Decent book. Not his greatest, but still a good 'Bosch' read.

ajlenertz's review against another edition

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5.0

Well, what do you know? Minot gets a mention.

One probably wants to read The Poet at some point before this one.

canada_matt's review against another edition

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3.0

THE POET IS BACK! (That would truly mean more to me if I were not strictly reading the Harry Bosch series in order for now, and chose to read all of Connelly's work in his chronilogical order.) Terry McCaleb is dead and Rachel Walling is back (again, my first glimpse of her, but apparently for Connellites, it holds more water) and Bosch is also PIing with the best of them. This serial killer is back on the prowl and it will take all hands on deck to get him. However, Bosch is tasked first with investigating McCaleb's death. It appeared to be a heart attack, but the Missus denies that possibility. When the two cases (Poet and McCaleb) converge, Bosch and Walling must work together.

I enjoyed the book as it led us through some interesting twists, looking into McCaleb's life and adding some background that may (inadvertently) ruin the story when I read The Poet, down the road. Bosch and Walling act as a great one-two punch, with some romance in there for good measure.

Not too shabby, Mr. Connelly. I shall keep vigil for more nuggets of literary excellence.

kartiknarayanan's review against another edition

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4.0

Harry Bosch in the first person. What? Yes!

I admit I have a soft corner for anything written in the first person especially detective fiction. And so, The Narrows got some brownie points from me right from the get go. And some more for killing Terry off-screen. As for the rest of the story, it is fine.

dararm's review against another edition

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4.0

In The Narrows a seriel killer returns. He first appeared in The Poet and surfaced with new identities but more evil plans. This book carries over some characters from The Poet and some from other books that continue a real thriller.

frickative's review against another edition

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4.0

This was a very satisfying re-read. I re-read its predecessor - The Poet - in October, ahead of attending a talk and signing by Michael Connelly. I started this one on the day of the talk, so it's taken me a while to finish it, but for the past few days I've found myself submerged in the world of Harry Bosch again, and am definitely looking forward to catching up with the most recent books in the new year. I think I was held back a little at the start by missing Jack McEvoy, the protagonist from the first book, but once I really got into it, I liked Bosch again just as much. Thankfully, I'd forgotten a lot of the plot from my first reading, and the one significant plot point I did remember didn't temper my enjoyment. There still wasn't enough depth given to the killer's motivation for my liking, but the plot itself was interesting enough to compensate, even without the intricate killing pattern of The Poet. I think the characters really made this book, and I hope one day Connelly gives Rachel Walling a book of her own.

michaelstearns's review against another edition

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3.0

Another so-so installment from Connelly. I would never recommend his books to anyone, but I can't stay away. Why? When I get my hands on a new book of his, I can do nothing else until I finish; and then I feel a need to purge myself by reading something more thinky and wholesome. Sigh.