It was the love of a mother that kept the crippled Kira from being cast out to die as a baby, but when her mother passes away the women of the village join together to bring her before the all-powerful Council to be judged. Kira expects the worst, knowing that her twisted leg makes her a burden on society, but Jamison, her appointed defender, cites her work in the weaving shed as reason to keep her alive in the service of the village.
When I first puchased this book at the age of nine of so my mother forbade me to read it- it was to horrid a story, she claimed, for my young mind. So I shelved it and read other books for a few years until, interest more or less lost, I picked it up again.
By that point I had read The Giver in detail and was old enough to see the parallels- and the utter lack of parallels-between the two stories, which gave them both meaning.