TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD is 50 years old.
Frankly, I think it's had work done.
It doesn't look a day over 35 to me.
All kidding aside, this is a book I have always loved passionately. I read it at just the right age--twelve, I believe--and growing up in a small, southern town, I nodded in recognition at the prejudices, manners, eccentricities, Gothic sensibilities, preoccupation with reputation, and class structure of Maycomb County. I hadn't read it probably in twenty years, but I've spent the p...
Published on April 28, 2010 08:16