Well, Go Set a Watchman, Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird sequel has finally dropped. Cue everyone to start freaking out.
Specifically, cue a bunch of people to take this way more seriously than a book deserves. Cue a bunch of people to forget that this is a separate book and thus only affects To Kill a Mockingbird when the books are considered together, which doesn’t have to happen with a book. Cue everyone to decide what Harper Lee should and/or shouldn’t have written.
Cue a bunch of people to not step back and take a breath, remembering to put this into perspective.
Am I curious? Yes. Am I going to read it regardless of any of this? Yes. Am I freaking out about it or any of the sundry and possibly sordid things I’ve heard? Not really. It’s still just a book. A long awaited book, but just a book nonetheless.
I just don’t plan to get that worked up about it. Seems like a waste of energy to me, and pointless. I may get more worked up when I read it, but I’m certainly not working myself up right now.
Regardless, I can always pretend it’s just fan fiction the way I do with the newest Star Wars movies and the two Matrix sequels.