I keep treasures on the shelves of my little home office, although I doubt others would grant them that designation.
There's my mother's master's thesis from long ago, photos of my kids, maps from favorite cities, my son's tiny red cowboy boots.
The top shelf holds books I can't bear to give away; they are few and precious now. The other day, I headed right for that shelf on a hunch. Yep. There was my copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird," by Harper Lee.
I re-read "Mockingbird" a few years ago. I wanted to find out if it was as perfect a work of literature as I remembered it to be.
You know the answer.
So I've been watching the recent excitement around "Go Set A Watchman" with a strange sense of sadness.
The news of a recently discovered unpublished novel by Lee has sent euphoric ripples across the literary landscape. "Watchman" was written before the Pulitzer Prize-winning "To Kill a Mockingbird."
It was shelved at the suggestion of Lee's editor at the time, who encouraged her to, instead, start with Scout as a child, navigating the cruel racial divide in the deep South.