A review by jacobslatingbooks
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

5.0

6/5⭐️

I never thought I’d find myself saying this after defeating nearly 1300 pages but did it really have to end? It felt like losing a great friend, knowing that the only way to see them again is to watch them suffer before they can be happy again.

All that emotion was clearly building and building because I read that final letter and the inexorable floodgates just flew open. I haven’t cried that much in finishing a book since A Man Called Ove and I thought that bout of tears was enough.


I would recommend this book to anyone. It might even be my new favourite but that could be recency bias talking.





Spoiler Part:

I absolutely loved the richly orchestrated, vibrant tapestry of a world and its inhabitants painted by Dumas in this book. The complexity and the intricacy by which the count starts to mechanise the downfall of those who wronged him is, in a perverse manner, so brilliant to watch. It is a shame about Mercedes and yet I think Haydee was a much better choice, albeit in a slightly stockholm-syndromeesque manner.