To Kill a Mockingbird

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"Now that I was compelled to think about it, reading was something that just came to me, as learning to fasten the seat of my union suit without looking around, or achieving two bows from a snarl of shoelaces.  I could not remember when the lines above Atticus’s moving finger separated into words, but I had stared at them all the evenings in my memory, listening to the news of the day, Bills To Be Enacted into Laws, the diaries of Lorenzo Dow– anything Atticus happened to be reading when I crawled into his lap every night.  Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read.  One does not love breathing."

It was as I read this very chapter, that Isaac came down from his nap and curled up in my lap.  He sat there for a good 20 minutes without stirring as I read Scout’s words aloud.

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