The Black Ice Michael Connelly. I am sick to death of the man whore. I am sick to death of the guy who for no apparent reason falls in bed with some lonely woman for one night. Other than that, this book was good. As it's only my second Harry Bosch novel, I expect he will fall into bed with some lady in every book. He doesn't even change his clothes half the time. I just don't get it.
The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet David Mitchell. I don't even know what to say about this book. Here's the summary via Goodreads.com
The year is 1799, the place Dejima in Nagasaki Harbor, the Japanese Empire’s single port and sole window onto the world, designed to keep the West at bay. To this place of devious merchants, deceitful interpreters, and costly courtesans comes Jacob de Zoet, a devout young clerk who has five years in the East to earn a fortune of sufficient size to win the hand of his wealthy fiancée back in Holland. But Jacob’s original intentions are eclipsed after a chance encounter with Orito Aibagawa, the disfigured midwife to the city’s powerful magistrate. The borders between propriety, profit, and pleasure blur until Jacob finds his vision clouded, one rash promise made and then fatefully broken—the consequences of which will extend beyond Jacob’s worst imaginings.Yeah, it's about that, but it also involves some dubious nunnery. This book took me about 100 pages to get into and then I plugged along feeling somewhat interested. Then about page 300 I couldn't put it down, then abruptly it left the interesting story for a completely uninteresting story about a British frigate. I didn't get it. The only glue holding this story together was Jacob de Zoet (probably why he's in the title.) In the end, a good book.
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