Tradition is probably too grand a word, so let's just say I see a habit in the making: whenever I visit Los Angeles I will read a Michael Connelly novel featuring his rogue detective, Harry Bosch. This time it was Trunk Music, and, begun in LA and finished on the plane home, it was, as I expected it would be, a well-crafted, competently written police procedural. If you're in the mood for a little escapist fluff (though perhaps Connelly's stuff is too gritty to be called "fluff") give it a go.