The Last Juror was a sad disappointment. I had heard great things about John Grisham but had never read any of his books. I chose to read this for a book club, and had it not been my responsibility to finish it, I probably would have never finished it. It was moderately suspenseful in the beginning, and then it just died off. Danny went to jail, and that was it. All of a sudden I was smothered with meaningless details about Willie's life and acceptance in Mississippi. At that point, I didn't care if Danny was guilty or not. I didn't care how the story ended. But as I said, I had to read it, so I skipped through a few pages of blabber, and made my way through the painfully boring ending. It was a sad excuse for a suspense novel.