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To kill a MockingBird !!!


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I finished reading through the same titled-book recently. Though to admit, the journey through the whole  reading was not very smooth ... I actually got very weary of the repeated actions of Scout, Jem and Dill ; always poking around with hopes to get Boo Radley out of his place. But once, I managed to get over my weariness which was mostly a revelation of my impatience to get to the part of why Atticus was so frowned upon, I got to realize the depth of every character. This book reflects the conscience of the human beings when they come across various situations which may involve the same actors, but different contexts.
Portrayal of Scout at a very tender age of 9 as a sufficiently matured girl is so continuous that it never bothers the reader .Her simultaneous, not-being-the-girl girl but at the same to not to aggravate Aunty Alexandra "trying to be a lady" look is very symmetric. She is able to understand why Atticus admired Mrs. Dubose so much, why was it incorrect to disturb Radleys. The most impressive of her statements was "Well, it'd be sort of like shootin' a mockingbird, wouldn't it?" Her saying that actually helped Atticus, his father to accept what Mr. Heck Tate was so hell-bent on making Atticus do. She helped him get through the very fragile clash of his own ideals and societal honours. 
Besides Scout, the character of Atticus Finch leaves behind a very much non-erasable memory of an idealistic person, very bearing, serene, humane, moreover a Gandhian character. Lucky for us, both were lawyers. His lawyer-skills, his very calm and courteous behaviour to every witnesses presented infront of the jurors, his skillful manoeuvers, all create an image of a very successful lawyer. His strength to stand up for what he believed not only let him hold his head high but eventually led people who always frowned down upon him  to submit to his humility. The same strength has he always tried to inculcate in his children who in turn have always looked up to him.
Jem Finch, a normal boy with immense love for his kid-sister Scout and enormous respect and trust in his father and his ideals , is the character Scout hates and loves the most. He is assumed to be a bit responsible by the family. Rather, there have been instances where it has been revealed that Scout looks up to him at times when she is in a fix, or when she doesn't want to go to Atticus.
Calpurina is the only motherly figure in the house till Aunt Alexandra comes to stay with the family. She is black and works for a White family. This is a itch in the eyes of the neighbours and Alexandra herself. But, she is a wonderful lady. She almost had assumed the role of Scout's mother alongwith being the caretaker cum cook of the Finches- teaching both the kids, shouting at them when they don't behave accordingly, listening to Scout's problems and helping her solve them, etc. 
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