To Kill A Mockingbird

 

            When he looked around, he must have thought I would start crying again, for he said, “Show you something if you won’t tell anybody.” I said what. He unbuttoned his shirt, grinning shyly.

            “Well, what?”
            “Well can’t you see it?”

            “Well no.”

            “Well it’s hair.”

            “Where?”

            “There. Right there.”

            He had been a comfort to me, so I said it looked lovely, but I didn’t see anything. “It’s real nice, Jem.”

An excerpt from To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. The passage I chose for Shakespearean Idol my freshman year. The page I remember exactly--225--that I would read and read and read again for that same laughter I laughed the first time. The first time I actually laughed aloud reading a book.