To Kill a Mockingbird

Managed to force myself into reading over 300 pages of the medium-to-large-sized font of this edition (of this prose, heh), after which I found myself sleeping within mere minutes (or, perhaps, seconds, as the haziness of my memories was surely amplified during those moments, and I'm sure such has occurred in numerous instances). Not much is remembered except that I found most characters boring. Seriously, I couldn't care less about heroes like Atticus or whatever other dust was left with the Black characters in the story. Typically I found myself in monochrome imagination, although I doubt the reader cares much about my laments on my lack of scope; but this was one of my first text-dependent, bona fide novel (not for school, to any non-Filipinos reading this who are wondering about my education); so perhaps a revisit would provide me more significant detail. Or I could watch the movie adaptation.