The Last Coyote (Harry Bosch, #4; Harry Bosch Universe, #4)

by Michael Connelly

‘Marjorie Lowe.

Harry's much loved and missed mum, at times he even blames himself for her untimely death.......

You see, the past is what you make of it. You can use it to hurt yourself or others or you can use it to make yourself strong.

She could talk about the low points of her life without flinching or batting an eye. It was because she had made it through and there was dignity in that. Enough to last the rest of her life.

nomatter what life throws at you if you make it through that is the real value of survival

Loneliness had been the trash can fire he huddled around for most of his life.

a great description and a look into the mind of Harry Bosch

He decided not to mention the fifteen months he spent fighting in the tunnels in Vietnam and the nine in North Carolina training for it.

By my estimates Harry Bosch was born in 1950 and he will continue being a detective until the day he collapses on the job...............

these are stories about me. Not her. You can’t get the feel for her. You can’t know her like I did. All I know is that she did all she could to get me out of there. She never stopped telling me that. She never stopped trying. She just ran out of time.’

Harry never stopped loving his mother and knew deep down that everything she did, nomatter how sordid, was for his benefit

tan. He was as trim and tight as a rubber band stretched around a stack of hundreds

lovely little throw away line......

to. It was always in the silences that Bosch felt most comfortable with the women who had moved through

more insight into Harry and his interaction with those around him

Bosch’s encounter with Jasmine Corian was one of those times. The sex created a world without intrusion. One so vital that it could have lasted an hour or

the lonely man not really finding sex a subsitute

He felt the numbness of disappointment that comes from broken hopes and wondered if he would ever talk to her again.

Harry is going to make me weep soon..........