"To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee

It is difficult to know where to start when talking about this novel. It is of such quality that it bears reading time after time. If you have not seen the film version, be sure to do so as it is a classic. The casting is perfect, the photography brilliant, the acting is so good that the viewer loses sight of them being actors and the music captures the mood of the novel. Obviously , there will be omissions in the film, but we have the book for the full story.
No matter how many times I see the film or read the book, the quotation from Page 224 always raises goosebumps!

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  Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it. In rainy weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks, the courthouse sagged in the square.
  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.
  People moved slowly then.  They ambled across the square, shuffled in and out of the stores around it, took their time about everything.  A day was twenty-four hours long but seemed longer.   There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County.  But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself.  


Page 224:

  Someone was punching me, but I was reluctant to take my eyes from the people below us, and from the image of Atticus's lonely walk down the aisle.
  "Mis Jean Louise?"
  I looked around.  They were standing.  All around us and in the balcony on the opposite wall, the Negroes were getting to their feet.  Reverend Sykes's voice was as distant as Judge Taylor's:
  "Miss Jean Louise, stand up, Your father's passin'."


Page 292:

  Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between.   Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives.

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