What could I possibly write about “To Kill a Mockingbird” that hasn’t already been said?
I closed the book after the last page and took emotional inventory:
“I feel the will and the strength to do and be good, like I was raised to be, completely revived.
I feel a renewed hope in mankind that overshadows the disgust I so often feel.
I feel not the least bit of shame for outright crying when Scout said, “Hey, Boo,” while shedding her own blurry tears.”
My life has been permanently altered.
I might need a few days to get into Book #12…
Onward and Forward!