Ahhhhh, John Grisham- one of my favourite authors. Whenever I pick up one of his books, I know that I’m almost guaranteed a good read that I won’t be able to put down. Sure, he’s written a couple of books that I just didn’t “get”- Playing for Pizza was one of them, but mostly they are just great.
Now we have my fanboy-ness out, how good did I find this book. Welll….. actually, I found it a bit, muh. It’s good a good starting that makes your heart race, and the story itself is interesting. So, why didn’t I find it as good as the rest of his work?
It feels like he’s done this book before, man sentenced to death- didn’t do it, with our (usually worn out) private-detective type person roaming around trying to prove that he didn’t do it. Sure, the story itself is different- and the twists that the story takes haven’t been done exactly, but the overall premise has.
So, I was a bit disappointed to be honest- maybe its one that I will pick up again in a few years, having forgotten his other books that tell the same story, but for the moment- if you have read all his other books, I just wouldn’t bother with this one.
5/10 – Only really worth reading if you haven’t read his other books.