To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee is a book many are required to read in school. Somehow, it was never recquired for me, and I thought it would be, so I delayed reading it my eighth grade and ninth grade years. My eighth grade teacher didn’t want to go near a book with rape in it, and my ninth grade teacher said we would read it, but we never did. I think every ninth grader other than my class read it. I didn’t read it my tenth grade year because I never got around to it. Now that summer has arrived, I finally got around to reading it. I loved it. It’s the first book I’ve read a few years that takes place in the South, and I didn’t realize I would like that aspect of it so much.
Now I’ve thought about this for sometime, and I’ve decided not to do a “review” of the book. Instead, I’d like to write about books I’ve read for school.
In eighth grade, my teacher chose The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The Great Gilly Hopkins, Lord of the Flies, and The Watsons Go to Birmingham–1963. I don’t see why she thought it was okay for us to read Lord of the Flies, but not To Kill a Mockingbird. Probably because she hadn’t read it herself or heard about it. Actually, the year after my class, she didn’t let her class read Lord of the Flies, and strongly discouraged a boy to read it on his own. My favorite was Lord of the Flies.
In ninth grade, my teacher chose Things Fall Apart, Romeo and Juliet, and The Eyes of the Dragon. I didn’t like The Eyes of the Dragon or Things Fall Apart. Romeo and Juliet was good. I remember in sixth grade, my teacher tried to act out the play with us. Our Romeo and Juliet were dating at the time (Ah, sixth grade love) We stopped about halfway when she realized we didn’t understand the play.
In tenth grade, we read Ethan Frome, Night, MacBeth, and Silas Marner. I loved NIght and MacBeth. I wasn’t a fan of the other two, and the people in my class didn’t like those two either.