This book spans a couple of years of Scout’s childhood. Taking place in a small Southern town during the Depression, this is both one of the most heartwarming and one of the most heartbreaking stories I’ve read. I love this book. I did when I read it for the first (and only until now) time about ten years ago, and I’m so happy that my love for it didn’t die down when I read it again now. I’m also somewhat surprised that so much of the book stuck with me. Even before I saw the play this summer, I could remember a good portion of the book, and it was surprising to realize how little of it I didn’t remember. When a book sticks with you that clearly then you know it’s a wonderful book. Especially when it still brings you tears, still makes you smile and still makes you really think.
The characters in it are so real, and Atticus Finch… what can I say that does justice to Atticus? There should be more people in the world like him, and we should all totally strive to live up to the examples he shows us. Even if he is only a fictional character. Almost every thing that comes out of his mouth is something we could all apply to our own lives.
“Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win,” Atticus said.
So happy I reread this, and so happy that it still moved me as much as the first time around.