To Kill a Mockingbird gave me a new perspective of what reading is all about. To me, I think there are two kinds of readers: There are the kind who read just because they have to and don't really enjoy or go deep within the book and the readers who do enjoy reading from a small liking, or, to a passionate level and who either read the book just for a "mind movie" or who really go within the confines in the book and try to piece together all the metaphors, morals and subtle life lessons inside the book. Then of course there are teachers who read the books, either like them or not, then have to take apart all the literary devices and piece together everything previously stated.
Sometimes when I think about this novel, I think about a tedious school assignment. But other times, I recall the times I spent reading it by the pool in the bright sunlight drinking a tall glass of juice with my dog laying down at my side. I remember my friend coming over and us reading the book together and then discussing what we read while having a good time. I remember falling asleep with this book on warm summer nights, waking up, and starting where I left off. There are many good memories this book had which I never would have experienced if I never chose this class. The childhood memories the author shared from Scout's perspective were some what similar to my own, with memories of school and neighborhood mischeif. This book now a memory I will recall when I am old and feeble, remembering my youth, my free spirt, and what a devillish looking hunk I was. If I had to use one word to describe this book, it would be memories. Nothing but sweet, sweet memories.
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