When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.
I have been wanting to read this book ever since I can remember. I looked for it on eBay but it was expensive. So, I settled that I might not have the chance. I looked for a free e-book copy but didn't find any. I'm just not sure if I didn't look that hard.
Then, of all places, I wasn't expecting to find it here in our local bookstore in the province. I didn't look that hard. It was by chance. I was actually surprise that they are now carrying a few books by John Grisham and Nicolas Sparks. But it is more surprising to find classical books like this.
Here's the first five sentences on page 68:
Jem and I were leaving Miss Rachel's front steps one night when Dill stopped us: "Golly, looka yonder." He pointed across the street. At first we saw nothing but a kudzu-covered front porch, but a closer inspection revealed an arc or water descending from the leaves and splashing in the yellow circle of the street light, some ten feet from the source to earth, it seemed to us. Jem said Mr. Avery misfigured, Dill said he must drink a gallon a day, and the ensuing contest to determine relative distances and respective prowess only made me feel left out again, as I was untalented in this area.
Dill stretched, yawned, and said altogether too casually, "I know what, let's go for a walk."
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