Book: To Kill A Mockingbird
Holy moly, what a fantastic novel. I can’t imagine what took me so long to read this! Why, why, why? I absolutely loved it, from the very first sentence to the last. And now I really want to see the movie too.
To tell you the truth, I’m a bit too worn out to do a really good review/thoughts, but for a book like this, there are plenty of reviews and papers and commentaries, and really, what am I going to add to that?
I loved Scout, I loved Atticus, I loved Jem and Calpurnia and at the end, I loved, loved, loved Boo Radley.
I cried a couple of times. And laughed a lot. And thought a lot.
Loved how honest and sometimes backwards Scout’s eight-year-old thinking was. Loved Atticus’s cool dry demeanor. Loved Jem’s growing complexity. Loved Calpurnia’s dignity. Loved the 1930s small Southern town, as much as I didn’t love their hypocritical ways. Loved the honesty of this book.
Yep, that’s pretty much about it. What else can you say that hasn’t already been said? I feel like I should have read this at least 20 years ago, but now it’s firmly placed up there with All-Time Favorite Books. It wasn’t preachy, it was so true to life and such a good story.
Now the dilemma: what can I read now? That’s a pretty hard act to follow.