Stephen King with be the death of me

Oops, this is from a couple of weeks ago. 

I've been reading Stephen King's The Green Mile lately, and for the last two nights in a row I've been so overcome with emotions it's messing with my sleep. The first incidence was after reading "The Bad Death of Eduard Delacriox".... Holy Hell that's harrowing. I spent many an hour crying, out of horror, pity and sorrow. The other was when it was explained that John Coffey (like the drink, only spelt differently) was innocent.

Little Blue