I’ve been passive-aggressively alluding to the renovation we’ve been living through for the past three months but it’s finally reached the point where our contractor said that even though there is still work to be done (and fixes to be made) we could start unpacking this past weekend. Oh, happy day!
What this means is that despite my best efforts, reading in ‘review mode’ has not been possible so I’m going off-track a bit today. It’s been pretty tough ever since we moved into the house because of the constant noise and lack of privacy, but to finally get to think about how we’re going to use this space AND to continue with all the last minute detail decisions (how high should the towel bar be?) means that my brain is overloaded. I decided to cut myself some slack and read a book simply for the sake of reading. I opted for something I haven’t read since high school and which I hardly remembered at all: To Kill a Mockingbird.
To try and review this book would be foolish, especially as it has been written and talked about since it first appeared in 1960 and went on to win the Pulitzer Prize. To Kill a Mockingbird is of the kind of novel that sweeps you away to another time and place. Lee is a magnificent storyteller and through her the voice of Scout is vibrantly, achingly alive with all the humor, frustration and imagination that comes with being a six-year-old girl in a small Southern town. There is so much to love about this novel that the only bad thing I can say is that once I finished I really didn’t want to read anything else. If you haven’t read To Kill a Mockingbird recently, I’d highly recommend it. Treat yourself. It will either be a wonderful reward or the cure for whatever ails you.