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When I taught fourth grade, someone asked me if I'd ever read To Kill a Mockingbird. Actually, it was more of an indictment--"You HAVEN'T read To Kill a Mockingbird?!!???
Then there's The Outsiders. This was the first book I ever truly fell deeply in love with. I was in junior high--seventh or eighth grade--and one of my friends talked about what an amazing book it was. This was a time in my life that reading anything besides Seventeen magazine was a pain in my behind. But I decided to read it, in hopes that I might find something that didn't bore me to tears. There were tears, yes, but not from boredom. Since then, I've read the novel at least ten times, which is eight times more than I've read any other book. The fact that S.E. Hinton--a teenage girl--wrote this gripping tale about teenage boys is incredible. It is sad and funny and heroic and tragic. And yes, there are times when it reads just like a high school essay...but to me that was part of the appeal. As an adult, I love the lasting appeal this story has. I've watched 7th graders fall in love with this book for years. The characters are timeless. The girls love the tale of heroism and the boys love the adventure. I love discussing the book with them, seeing it through their eyes again and again.
I'm gearing up to teach The Outsiders again this year. I've been building the book up for a few weeks. I always have some students that refuse to believe that any book can be interesting.
"Reading is boring."
I can't wait to shatter that myth into a million pieces.
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