My To Kill a Mockingbird story.
Back in 1963, when I was in seventh grade, I received a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. I don't remember how I got it, but it was a used paperback in such terrible shape that the pages were coming apart from the spine. Anyway, I read the first chapter and fell in love with it. I raved about the book to my best friend Becky and she asked if she could read it when I was done. I said no problem and instead of making her wait, I just tore out the first chapter pages that hadn't already fallen out, stapled them together and told Becky I'd give her the rest of the chapters aa I finished each one. Of course, Becky loved the book too and both of us spread the word at school. Pretty soon, we were a To Kill a Mockingbird pipeline of eight, each reading a chapter after the prior girl in line finished hers. It was wonderful, serializing this fascinating book we all loved.
RIP Harper Lee. Thank you from eight seventh grade Chicago girls who shared a glorious experience because of you and a beat up paperback in the fall of 1963.
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