this afternoon, i finished 'go set a watchman. i'd heard a number of things about that book before it came to be in my possession, and had pretty much decided not to bother with it. however, one of our three wonderful sets of tenants gave us a copy, so i thought i'd give it a go.
it was alright. it was a good little book and i was enjoying it. it wasn't amazing or anything, but i liked it. then i got to the end, which is when it really blossomed for me. and when i closed the back cover, i was struck by the strong (i might even say profound) impression it left on me.
i know the expression "coming of age" has been thrown around a lot by reviewers, publishers and film-makers, but this was the first 'coming of age' story that i could relate to. yes, she was 26, but some of us come of age when we're older.
i feel like this book has gotten a bit of a bum wrap from the press. i think harper lee should be proud of it. it's lovely in its own right.
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