This is one of my favorite books. I think it’s a really great writing by Miss Lee.
This book is set in the times of Great Depression, in Alabama, the southern state of USA.
It was a time where the African-Americans (or whom were still called “niggers”) was a second-rate citizen, and often abused.
The story was narrated by a 6-year-old girl, Jean Louise “Scout” Finch, who lived with her older brother Jeremy “Jem” Finch, and her father Atticus Finch, who is a lawyer. The story spun around Scout’s life from age 6 to age 9.
The title of the book comes from a line (which I find most touching) Atticus said in warning his children not to ever kill a mockingbird.
The children was given air-rifles by their Uncle Jack for Christmas, and Atticus said to them that he’d rather they practice with tin-cans but he knew they’ll go after the birds anyway. So he told them that they could shoot all the blue-jays they wanted, but they should remember that it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.
The children asked Miss Maudie, their neighbour, what their father meant. Miss Maudie said that it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird because mockingbirds do no harm. They only provide pleasure with their songs: “They don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us.
The mockingbird is used as a recurring motif to symbolize the innocence of various victims of injustice throughout the novel.
A black man, Tom Robinson, is accused of raping a white woman, Mayella Ewell, and Atticus Finch is assigned to defend him. This had a great effect on the Finches’ lives, as Maycomb (the city they lived in) was a super-racial city. Atticus was called “nigger-lovers”, and even his own sister, Alexandra, said that he will be the ruination of the family for defending Tom Robinson.
This book carried a serious issue of discrimination, of racism, but narrated in a childish way of Jean Louise Finch. This made it an easy book to read yet a serious one. It’s a classic.
Mine has the cover just like the one in picture. And it’s lost. Someone borrowed it and didn’t bother to return it, and I forgot who the jackass who borrowed it is. That’s the problems with short-termed memories.