Fuck Yeah To Kill A Mockingbird

This blog is dedicated to To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, one of the best books and movies ever made.

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Hello, this is the first official post on the Babbling Bibliophiles blog! This blog is actually a book club, and everyone is welcome to join. We’ll be reading a variety of genres and authors, so I hope everyone can find something they like here. I’m hoping to just have fun with this blog. We can read a book every month or every three weeks, whatever works for everyone, have a couple of days to discuss the book and give members a chance to submit their opinions and such, and then we can move on to another book. Members can fill out the fun ‘new member questionnaire’ (x) and submit it to this blog via ask box or submit option so that others can get to know them better. So please follow the blog and join this book club! As soon as we have some members, we can start talking about our first book choice. Spread the word about the club so we can have great discussions!

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“No amount of sighing could induce Atticus to let us spend Christmas day at home. We went to Finch’s Landing every Christmas in my memory. The fact that Aunty was a good cook was some compensation for being forced to spend a religious holiday with Francis Hancock. He was a year older than I, and I avoided him on principle: he enjoyed everything I disapproved of, and disliked my ingenious diversions.”

—   To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee

“Our father didn’t do anything. He worked in an office, not in a drugstore. Atticus did not drive a dump-truck for the county, he was not the sheriff, he did not farm, work in a garage, or do anything that could possibly arouse the admiration of anyone. Besides that, he wore glases. He was nearly blind in his left eye, and said left eyes were the tribal curse of the Finches. Whenever he wanted to see something well, he turned his head and looked from his right eye. He did not do the things our schoolmates’ fathers did: he never went hunting, he did not play poker or fish or drink or smoke. He sat in the livingroom and read.”

—   To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee