Thursday, April 7, 2011

Dear To Kill a Mockingbird,
I've held you before
breathed on your insides
and bent your corners.
But you were assigned and I was too young;
busy caring less.
My hands were fumbly and you were too delicate,
your words crumbled at my fingertips.
I'm sorry, it should have been grand.
Should have been.
And yet, you gave me a second chance
and this time it was different.
As I turned your pages, I felt steady and you stayed solid.
I cared more.
When your back met your cover in my hands I squeezed
and I felt you squeeze back.
I've been filled.
Filled with characters you made my friends,
the tug of Youth,
the love of innocence,
and the beauty of Life.
Now, I can place you deservingly on the top shelf of my mental bookcase
and say simply this,
Thank you for the second chance, it was Grand.

With Love,


  1. I love love love this book! throughout my school years, it was always my go-to book for reports, speeches, and essays.

  2. Yup. Funny that a book that doesn't give an innocent man a fair chance, gives us so many chances to love and live better.

  3. I thought the same thing (only less eloquent of course) when I re-read it last year! Why would they have us read this when we are sophmores? It needs much more care than sophmores can give it. Good post my friend. Good post.

  4. This is like the third time I've left a comment. We will see if it shows up-- THIS IS MY ALL TIME FAVORITE READ! And I didn't read it until I was 30! It received all its proper care and appreciation! daishan