I was really sad when I saw news about Harper Lee’s death today. But what really made me sad was the article about her in the New York Times.
The thought of her hopes and dreams and optimism on the back of her success, followed by decades of not producing a new story.
Part of me wants to think that there were other stories that she wrote and just didn’t share.
But whatever the truth of this might be, I’m grateful for the fact that she shared a beautiful book like To Kill a Mockingbird with the world. (I haven’t read Go Set a Watchman yet.)
May she rest in peace.