Blood Work Vs The Poet By Michael Connelly

It was with slight misgivings that I started reading Blood Work again. I had read it after the movie based on this book was released. I wasn’t that impressed with Clint Eastwood’s interpretation of Terry McCaleb, but there was something about the plot that was stirring. Clint Eastwood’s portrayal of someone who had a heart transplant boiled down to him rubbing his chest a lot, where the scar would have been.

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