by Harper Lee.
Growing up in a British education system, I missed out on a lot of American classics that people read when they’re young – the only exception (that I can remember) is The Great Gatsby, which I read in school when I was 14. I didn’t read Catcher in the Rye until I was in university, and only because it was the favourite book of someone I respected in class. These people, sadly, were few and far between.
IN ANY CASE.
I bought TKAM one day whilst waiting for a movie to begin. It was on sale, and the cover was pretty and so I bought it. It had nothing to do with the fact that it’s a classic, nothing to do with anything substantial. It was all superficial. And omgoodness, I love it. I haven’t read anything that’s touched my soul in a very long time. It’s so very good on so many levels.
Really need to read more… It’s been too long.