And by the way, this son of hers comprehends Jane Austen novels better than I do. I wouldn’t have touched Austen with a ten foot pole when I was his age. At the ripe old age of… well, um… just this side of vintage, I picked up my first Jane Austen novel at my Mom’s recommendation (firmly seconded by this son of Lee’s). Now, I’m the product of 12 years of public school, and 4 years of college, and… uh… some more years of life in general, but I needed a lot of help from the notes at the beginning and the end of the first Austen novel I read. I even had to do a bit of research for the third one I read. I would say I’ll take Lee’s son on any day when it comes to J. R. R. Tolkien or Issac Asimov, but I’m afraid I’d get my tush whipped soundly even then.