To Kill a Mockingbird-or as I call it BOOORRRINNGG

First of all thanks for giving some love to our new blog. We are new at blogging but I am starting to enjoy having my tangents to someone that wont roll their eyes at me. Today I was talking about how books can make you think about certain things. Before you yawn, and go check out arcade.com hear me out. I read To Kill A Mockingbird recently for the 1000th time. Everyone’s family is “special” and “dysfunctional” in some way. Mine is no different. My parents were divorced when I was 10 and my mother passed when I was 21. This book reminds me that all types of families have some beauty somewhere. In this book the main character, a girl named Scout loses her mother at a young age and lives with her brother and father Atticus. Atticus Finch reminds me a lot of my late mother. Atticus is famous in the book for treating everyone fairly. He never met a stranger. He didn’t define people by how much money they have or what their weight was or who they knew. My mom was like that. She picked up random strangers in her car (do not try that at home) and fed them dinner. She had a homeless man for Thanksgiving once. She was just kind of friends with everyone. And even though she was really strange and probably a little bit nuts, when she died over 500 people came to her viewing. It was because of how she treated everyone the same, no conditions or stipulations. Atticus is like that too. It didn’t matter to him what race or gender someone was, to him people were people. I wish things were like that now. Or at least more like that. My sister is like my mom and Atticus. She doesn't care about someone's differences and she has always defended people who couldn’t defend themselves. There is also the little old African American lady who comes to see me at the library, we don’t see color, we just see each other. I highly recommend this book, not just because its lame required reading for school, but because it reminds us to love people.