To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee changed my life. What else can I say? It is that powerful, moving, tragic, touching, funny, sweet, heartfelt and real of a story. The word ‘novel’ cannot even contain it’s vast and infinite greatness. It is one of those books that I can read again and again and again. It makes you marvel at humanity. It makes you so excited that you begin to wonder of you own morality and realize how exciting life really is. Because as long as I could read things like To Kill A Mockingbird, I want to be alive. As long as a world exists where there are Atticus Finch’s fighting others in the face of severe adversity and danger, I want to be alive! Because who wants to miss a chance to know that such goodness is in the world, even amongst the rotten. Tennessee Williams said it best: “the violets in the mountains have broken the rocks”. The heart of man is so fragile, yet the strongest single thing on the face of the earth. The characters in this story never leave you. The images in the story never leave you. And the love, childhood wonder and bravery in the story can never be contained only on written page. Please enjoy one of the greatest descriptions in modern literature, courtesy of Harper Lee and my amazing Brooklyn education that started in Public School 177. What is one of your favorite books, that makes you feel as excited about life as this does to me? And, how many times have you read it?
(Kids, just read it and watch the film! You will feel so glad you did! Parents, buy the book first for your little ones, then the film and enjoy it with them!)
Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it. In rainy weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on sidewalks, the courthouse sagged in the square. Somehow, it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summer’s day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square. Men’s stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three-o’clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum. – Harper Lee, To Kill A Mockingbird