Admittedly, I’m late to the party.  If anyone read To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee, in Spencerport, NY during the 1970s, he or she wasn’t assigned it in my English classes. In February 2019, I got the opportunity to see the Aaron Sorkin remake of the play, To Kill a Mockingbird, starring Jeff Daniels. The play did an excellent job of presenting the confusion of childhood about issues of race, class, and oddball-ness in the 1930s. But the audiobook, read by Sissy Spacek, outshone the play (my cousin Linda had recommended it).  I so admire the way Harper Lee/Sissy Spacek was able to capture a young girls’ voice: the small hurts and anger, the bravado, the warmth and sensitivity as well as the obliviousness. The confusion of growing up among wonderful and terrible people, as we are all capable of great and awful things. I’m not sure if I would have loved this book at age 15 as many did, but I certainly appreciated it this past winter.