Re-reading “To Kill a Mockingbird”
“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.”
Is that not one of the most perfect description of anything that you’ve ever read?
It’s nearly summertime, and I’m re-reading “To Kill a Mockingbird,” by Harper Lee.
A woman I greatly respect once told me that she reads To Kill a Mockingbird every summer, and while for some people that is just the type of affectation that drives me batty, with her it was different. She was being sincere, rather than passive-agressively trying to convince me that we’re kindred spirits because we both enjoy the same types of books, and her sincerity is a quality that I love. And because I’m impressionable, and have many self-important affectations myself, I decided I’d do the same. (Re-read To Kill a Mockingbird, that is.)
I haven’t read it in several years (maybe a decade?), and I’m humbled by how well it still reads. How much better it reads, actually. Or maybe I’m just better suited for reading it now? Anyway, that line about ladies becoming like “soft teacakes with frosting of sweat and sweet talcum” struck me way back when, and still hits the spot for me now. Harper Lee is a genius, and her Scout is a gem.
Have you read To Kill a Mockingbird? Do you have a favorite line from a book? I intend on posting regarding a summer-project I’ll be involved in, but for now, I want to hear how much you love To Kill a Mockingbird. 🙂
Posted by melissajenna on May 29, 2012