Fantastic fiction, elder-abuse or an amazing discovery, I didn't care. I just wanted to get hold of it. How could I resist? I'd loved To Kill a Mockingbird.
Yup. The rabid dog. The mysterious neighbour. Gregory Peck.
Wait a minute.
I eventually concluded after scouring my library and my memory (I trust the first more than the last) that I hadn't read To Kill a Mockingbird, I'd merely enjoyed the fine movie adaptation.
As a long believer in the fine tradition of ridiculing movie or television adaptations as inferior to the real thing I immediately bought the kindle version and set to work.
I don't remember the old-lady heroin addict appearing in the movie (although it has been a while so feel free to correct me) and there was a lot of use of certain words that I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to type into a blog on the internet for fear of forever making it onto some sort of list that Edward Snowden has long warned us all about, but that was a fine book.
A damned fine book (if you don't mind me cussing).
I really must pick up some more books by that author to see if her talent expanded throughout her career.
That's the fascinating thing about Harper Lee. She only wrote one novel, until now. Any writer who produces a novel that good can go to her grave knowing she has left an extraordinary legacy.
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I haven't read the book or seen the movie, so need to remedy that! I'm in the Book Is Always Better Club too, so will see if I can get it at the library. Thanks for stopping by my blog earlier!
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