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Lost

It will take me a long time to decide if I liked the season finale of Lost, but I do know that I was incredibly affected by it, and the final images of Jack and Vincent have stayed with me since Sunday night.

As one person wrote on Twitter, the ultimate meaning of Lost: Dogs are awesome!

Of course, what I believe is that there really isn't an ultimate meaning for Lost, but for me, the characters were funny, complicated, interesting, terrible, and loving. It didn't matter what they did - I enjoyed watching them for the last six seasons, and I'll miss the show.

Nine Dragons

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.

Now that I'm done with this book, I need a new mystery novel to read - preferably one that leans toward literary. Any suggestions?

Have a Happy Day!