As I read To Kill A Mockingbird for the second time in a long time, I'm reminded of just how much I love it. Naive but wonderful observations and childhood questions are sealed within its pages. Sometimes hope is broken, but Harper Lee always makes it seem beautiful. Maycomb is a place to linger under the Camellias of a Southern summer I haven't lived, but am apt to feel a bit more like I did.
Childhood is a strange country. It's a place you can come from or go to—at least in your mind. For me, it has an endless, spellbound something in it that feels remote. It's a little like a sealed-vault country of cake breath and grass stains where what your do instead of work is spin until you get dizzy.—Lyall Bush
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