Novel To Kill A Mockingbird Novelas e Histórias

The floor and the tables were littered with legal volumes, some of which still had barely been unwrapped from their packaging. “You’ve read all of this?” I said “Hardly. But I try to read every day if I can. I’ve got a couple of rare ones, too.” “Like what?” Alex pointed over at a table with a few volumes encased in glass. “To Kill a Mockingbird,” I said. “You like that one?” “I read it in school. I used to read a lot in school, I guess. Not that it ever showed in my grades.” “You should read this one again,” I said. I’d only ever seen the movie. “You know, it’s about an innocent man who gets let off because of this amazing lawyer?”

"Like they always say, you can never judge a book by its cover. Look at his first love. Even now, she's acting all innocent." Both Zachary and Gigi were sporting unpleasant expressions thanks to the scathing remarks that were thrown their way. Zachary was so furious that his hands were shaking. The way he looked at Gigi now was the complete opposite of the gentleness he previously displayed. "That was my mother, Gigi! You killed my mother!"

The book fell. She stared at the cover. Her lips curved not into a smile, but more like disgust. “To Kill a Mockingbird?” she said, holding it like it was something dirty. “Where did you find this?” “On the shelf, Mama. In the American lit section. I just … I wanted to know why his name is the same as mine.” She was silent for a moment. Her eyes squinted, studying my face like a judge questioning a lying witness. “This book isn’t for you.”

It was as if lightning had collided. 'Will they be okay?' Bastiven thought, confused by the two of them. Meanwhile, Isolde decided to address the second topic. Now that she knew where Bjorden was and what the main character of the novel she loved so much was like—though she was now upset after seeing his true nature—she had something else she wanted to tell Bastiven. “Bastiven.” Isolde called softly to her husband, demanding his attention. Ignoring Bjorden's clenched fists beside his plate.