To Kill a Mokingbird by Harper Lee

PART ONE

Chapter 1

"When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly

broken at the elbow. When it healed, and Jem's fears of never

being able to play football were assuaged, he was seldom

self-conscious about his injury. His left arm was somewhat

shorter than his right; when he stood or walked, the back of

his hand was at right angles to his body, his thumb parallel

to his thigh. He couldn't have cared less, so long as he could

pass and punt."