How Harper Lee Saved Me

Writers Affecting Readers, Readers Affecting Writers… I was warmed this morning by a couple of notes from readers. Believe me, folks, we really cherish such missives. Hours later, this post about a blogger’s powerful exchange with Harper Lee crossed my line of vision. So, it is also true for the greats, I thought. And sometimes, as here, it becomes a pretty wonderful two-way street.

Exile on Pain Street

Several people have pinged me about the announcement of Harper Lee’s new novel. It’s based on a recently-discovered manuscript that she wrote in mid-50’s and takes place 20 years after To Kill A Mockingbird.

I think just about everyone has already read and commented on this post but I thought I’d rerun it. It’s the reason why people are reaching out to me with this wonderful news. It explains who I am and why I’m typing these words right now. I’d be a hot mess if it weren’t for her.


Today is the 50th anniversary of the publication of To Kill a Mockingbird. It’s the single most important book in my life.

I didn’t read a book until I was 20 years old. It’s true! They attempted to force-feed me while attending my below-average schools, but I made it clear that I would only read a book under protest…

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