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The Hour I First Believed by Wally Lamb

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4.0

I've been reading a lot since school ended, and the latest novel I finished was Wally Lamb's The Hour I First Believed. Since it was originally published, I wavered in whether or not I wanted to read the book. The Columbine shootings play a critical role, and for some reason, that was off-putting to me. Trapped in the Tampa airport and needing a book to read for the two legs of the trip back home, I decided it was the best choice at the small airport bookstore.

Reading the book, I was surprised by how much I liked it. The novel was much less about Columbine than I imagined, though the tragedy there played a key role. In the airports and in the planes, I blinked back tears, I was so moved by the description of the event's aftermath. I thought Lamb did an excellent job layering his fictional characters on the actual event. His chronicle of Maureen's unhinging after the massacre was moving, difficult, and interesting.

For me, the book lagged a bit in the second half, "Mantis" when the New Orleans refugees, Moze and Janis, arrived in Three Rivers, Connecticut. Janis becomes interested in Caelum's family archive and Lamb includes "correspondence" and "diary entries" from Caelum's great-great-great and great-great grandmothers. While these sections of the novel were interesting, I found them distracting from the overall narrative and wish they had been condensed if not eliminated entirely.

That said, I do think this is an enjoyable and worthwhile read.
Nine Dragons by Michael Connelly

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4.0

Since I read Bloodwork, I've loved Michael Connelly. With some trepidation, though, due to negative reviews, I began 9 Dragons. (I left my first copy of the book on the Cornell bus to NYC, and it took me some time to gain a replacement.)

Like Connelly's other Bosch books, this was a nicely-written, fast-paced read, though it sagged in some sections - I was very bored during an analysis of high rise windows in Kowloon - but I did think it was interesting to shift the action to Hong Kong and to introduce Bosch's daughter, Madeline, as a more compelling character.

On a side note, I was reading this as I taught the organizational culture unit in my OB class. In the first chapter, Bosch describes leaving the squad room and touching the nose of a boar hung over the doorway. (I choose to believe it is a faux board head.) He explains that the detectives in the elite squad must be like boars as they search through the mud for truffles - persistent and patient. I thought this was a great example of ritual-as-artifact.

Overall, it was a quick, fun read that didn't disappoint. I am worried about what the centrality of Madeline will do to future stories.