Five stars out of five
I was very reluctant to read this book for a very long time.
Mostly because I absolutely hate to read about innocent people being killed because they are not-white, retarded, poor or all of the above.
The incredible unfairness of something like that upsets and infuriates me to no end and never really leaves me. So, yeah. I usually tend to avoid stories like that.
But “The Green Mile” is not about that.
Well, it is, but not entirely.
The difference is John Coffey’s view on everything plus the fact that almost everyone in this book gets what they deserve. Or even want. So the initial unfairness is kind of “balanced out” quite nicely.
It also helps that Paul Edgecomb and his three most trusted colleagues (and/or friends) are imo thoroughly likable characters, and the real villains are complete assholes. That doesn’t mean it’s all black and white (no pun intended), but seriously? With some people in this book (and I daresay even in our real lives) it actually is just that easy.
Once more a beautiful (even if at times heartbreaking) story wonderfully told.
(Though I’m still angry about Mr. Jingles’ fate. Yes, I’m looking at you, Stephen! That was quite unnecessary!)
Read it! And keep your hankies ready! I dare you not to cry at the end. Or in the middle. Or at least once at any point while reading this book.
(And beware of the first-person-narrator if you don’t like that kind of thing. I don’t like them much myself, but in this case I really recommend you’d give it a try.)