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Harper Lee- Go Set a Watchman Review


''On any other day she would have stood barefoot on the wet grass listening to the mockingbirds' early service; she would have pondered over the meaninglessness of silent, austere beauty renewing itself with every sunrise and going un-gazed at by half the world. She would have walked beneath yellow-ringed pines rising to a brilliant eastern sky, and her senses would have succumbed to the joy of the morning. 
It was waiting to receive her, but she neither looked nor listened.” 
― Harper LeeGo Set a Watchman


The much awaited Harper Lee's book- Go Set A Watchman was out, So... excited like a 3 year old girl on seeing a candy store, I went ahead and grabbed a copy.
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I was impatiently waiting for it to come out, so once it landed on my hand I wasted no time and read every single pages, not even missing out any detail writing piece on the cover.
My verdict on the book.
A wonderful story, clearly written.. Harper's writing and my imagination took me back to old Scout days or say back to  'To kill a Mockingbird' times.
Scout comes back to Maycomb, the place she once grew up from, only to feel that Maycomb has forgotten her existence and it has changed, she realized the fact that she grew up missing this place and away from it.
Harper  Lee is a great story teller. I could clearly create the story in my head on how Maycomb changed over the years from little Scout to the  already grown up Jean Scout Louis.
Things changed...
Jem died, Scout left Maycomb and the novel began with Scout travelling back to Maycomb to visit her father, while finding love in Henry, her childhood date, Atticus is already old.
Jean Louis  view on her father changed over her visit, She tried to understand her father's change of attitude towards the society, she now sees him as a man with a different opinion towards the black, unlike the old days when he successfully defended a black man against a rape allegation.
Everything he saw of his father was now a contrary to what she was taught when she was young, causing some misunderstanding and tiff between them.
Although, in the end it got sorted with the help of her uncle Jack.
A classic story with change of people and place, but Jean Scout is still the same old bold girl.

In support of his father Scout is reminded that it was,
 “Every man’s island, Jean Louise, every man’s watchman, is his conscience. There is no such thing as a collective conscious.” 


My Ratings- 4.5/5 
  







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