I think this is the book where Harry Bosch becomes very much relatable to me.
I know what it’s like to do the therapy thing because someone else tells you you have to. I had to do it while participating in a preparation for college program through my state’s division of blind services rehab center. It was one of those things where I had one session with the local shrink, and then that shrink went and told the center manager, (I don’t remember exactly what her specific title was), enough of what was said by me during the session for the manager to decide that I had a problem with men and that I needed more therapy, plus I needed assertiveness training because I was too assertive. I didn’t know what to call it at the time but I remember feeling betrayed because I knew that the things you told a shrink/counsellor were supposed to be confidential. So of course I absolutely resented having to go to the assertiveness training classes.
I eventually decided to go through therapy myself, more than once, and those situations were different.
All and all though I can absolutely relate to Bosch’s anger and of course the statements that “this is bullshit.”
I can also completely relate to the parts where he finds out that things have been covered up by people who should have known better, and the very complicated feelings about his parents.
All of this means that I am definitely reading the rest of this series because I really hope he comes through it and gets the justice he’s owed. And I mean all of it in spades.