It’s been a few days since my last post. This is mostly due to the flu and rather depressing weather as of late. Now that I have time to write I thought I’d write something in memorial of the late Harper lee, author of ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’.
Like a lot of kids, I was forced to read a lot of rather questionable books in the course of my schoolwork (Pride and Prejudice sucks.) Some books wind up drier in writing than a week old meatloaf and more tasteless than Miley Cyrus. As much as I love the classics, I must admit that Greg Heffley (the main character of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series) had a point when he mused that in order for a book to be considered a ‘classic’ it must be at least fifty years old and someone has to die at the end.
Most of us know that ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ falls into both categories, but unlike ‘A tale of two Cities‘, ‘Lord of the Flies’, and ‘Romeo and Juliet’ this book is actually entertaining and thought provoking. We are still facing a lot of racial tension in this day and age and I think we could all learn a lesson as told through the eyes of Scout Finch. The biggest lesson I pulled from this didn’t exactly come from the book itself, but more from the way I took it in . When I started reading it my Mom and I would sit out on the front porch and talk about it until it was past dark and the fireflies were out dancing.
So maybe the lessons we pull out of a book are more dependent on a reader and their circumstances than the actual book and writing itself.