Writing a review is akin to saying goodbye to a novel that has kept you company, but you’ve the last pages of.
This book starts off with a statement by a child in its voice- the entire novel is in the child- Jean Louise Scout’s voice. The statement is about how her brother Jem had a bruise in his hand and what it’s origins were. Slowly weaved across events, time and the maturing of the two children, in the backdrop of a court case against a Negro, the book captivates its reader and pulls them into the town that it takes place in. Every event is connected and the connections are a wonder to behold.
Seeing a prejudiced world from the discerning eyes of a child is refreshing. It goes to show how much an adult brain can sometimes be dulled by beliefs permeating in the society immediately around them without considering the truth of the matter or reflecting on the hypocrite that they are when they find it fit to say black people are beneath them but find Hitler doing the same on the extreme end of the scale atrocious. This is further enhanced when Scout contrasts the two and is confused as to how people can hear themselves speak and not listen to the grave mistakes they make.
I also enjoyed the absolute savage comments made by Scout, a particular one regarding a woman who she compares to the Mount Everest, saying “…to Mount Everest: throughout my early life, she was cold and there“.
There is also an underlying note about not hunting a Mockingbird because they don’t do anything but provide sweet melodies. This is referred to in later situations as well.
Overall, an enjoyable read with a writing style that engages the reader extensively.