Created at: 2026-04-15
In a desperate attempt to salvage my e-book collection (after Amazon tried to brick my device) I accidentally ended up deleting everything.
So I started to have a look for new books to fill the void and after a little bit of research I found this book.
It has been a nice surprise. I had expected this book to be similar to other American works that use America's past as a medium to talk about society and its problems. Not long ago I had read "The Great Gatsby" which has some elements of this but isn't as strong in the historical aspect.
All in all this book was really good. I enjoyed the story telling through the lenses of a child and the richness in which Lee portrays the customs and culture of the time.
Judge Taylor was on the bench, looking like a sleepy old shark, his pilot fish writing rapidly below in front of him.
Atticus said that Jem was trying hard to forget something, but what he was really doing was storing it away for a while, until enough time passed. Then he would be able to think about it and sort things out. When he was able to think about it, Jem would be himself again.
“Relax, son,” Atticus had told him in one of his rare comments on her. “Don’t push her. Let her go at her own speed. Push her and every mule in the county’d be easier to live with.”
With the same suddenness that a barbarous boy yanks the larva of an ant lion from its hole to leave it struggling in the sun, Jean Louise was snatched from her quiet realm and left alone to protect her sensitive epidermis as best she could, on a humid Sunday afternoon at precisely 2:28 P.M.
Mr. O’Hanlon rose and said, “As the cow said to the milkman on a cold morning, ‘Thank you for the warm hand.’” She had never seen or heard of Mr. O’Hanlon in her life. From the gist of his introductory remarks, however, Mr. O’Hanlon made plain to her who he was