For very subjective reasons, I confess that I didn’t enjoy reading ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’. I bought it a couple of years ago despite the fact that I had known I would haven’t loved it after reading the first few pages of the book. But the novel was hugely popular for so many years and I thought I should have gone with the trend, said I to myself at that time.
So I kept purchasing it and my instinct was correct. I was trying to enjoy reading it but no avail. I admit the novel conveys very strong messages. The ending of the book rings my ears until today. It leaves me with mixed feelings. It’s the same as coming out from a cinema after watching a good movie.
But just as that. Good but not great. Not emotionally moving as I expected it to be. For how many times I can’t remember I have written in this blog that I prefer reading books that show not tell me because they encourage me to think, feel, imagine on my own kind of ways. While the telling-me method easily bores me because it leaves me with very little room to think.
‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ does enrich my knowledge but it fails to touch the deepest part of my heart. Simply to say, I’m not the kind of reader who loves Harper Lee’s writing way . My favorite books should be those that nourish my mind, touch my heart and feed my mind. ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ just doesn’t do all of that.