Yesterday, as the rain pounded down outside, I sat in my living room and finished To Kill a Mockingbird. It was just so amazing.
I can’t remember the last time I read it. I know I’ve seen the movies several times: I named my dog Scout, after all. (And to the person who asked who my favorite character was, it’s a hard choice: but I think it’s Atticus. He’s just wonderful. What my mother would call a “good, honest person,” the gold standard to which I am always aspiring.)
I put Mockingbird aside and picked up a book that was sent to me for review consideration from the paper. Sigh. A brand-new book, not even out yet, the back cover filled with blurbs from Famous Authors. I am trying to believe that every book I pick up like this one COULD be another Mockingbird, just that good, but it is hard to not get cynical. What I really want to do is go read Catcher in the Rye again (also been years since I last did so) or the Word Freak book about the Scrabble world that’s been sitting in my closet for a couple of weeks now. But duty calls.
Last night, feeling a bit discouraged about life in general, I did the best fix I know: I put in the Muppet Movie, which I recently purchased on DVD.
Okay, go ahead, laugh. But I’m telling you: there’s a message in this movie. It goes deeper than chickens and jokes about a fork in the road. Watch it, and you might see what I mean. It always makes me feel better when I’m in a mood. It might work for you, too.
Another good therapy: grocery shopping. I’m off, before all the good bananas have been picked through….