He had waited a long time for this special December. Now that it was almost upon him, he wasn’t frightened, but he was . . . eager, he decided. He was eager for it to come. And he was excited, certain...
He found that he was often angry, now: irrationally angry at his groupmates, that they were satisfied with their lives which had none of the vibrance his own was taking on. And he was angry at himself...
This talk will be a private one with Jonas.
Then I went home to continue my life, which had changed a little, as lives do every day, inching by microspecks forward toward whatever surprises are coming next.
If everything's the same, then there aren't any choices! I want to wake up in the morning and decide things!
I laugh, because he knew what I was thinking, and very few people ever know what I'm thinking.
Ellen was motionless on the sidewalk,
But suddenly Jonas had noticed, following the path of the apple through the air with his eyes, that the piece of fruit had—well, this was the part that he couldn’t adequately understand—the apple had...
Birthmother was an important job, if lacking in prestige.
A stage adaptation of The Giver has been performed in cities and towns across the USA for years. More recently an opera has been composed and performed. And soon there will be a film. Does The Giver h...
Have starved in other ways. He would have lived a life hungry for feelings, for color, for love.
There could be love. Jonas whispered.
That's why they call you Seer. You see more than most.
Matty had felt this sensation—the
Jonas repeated it. Love. It was a word and concept new to him.
I cooked for him like a wife and washed his clothes and was a wife in other ways too terrible to mention.
I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.
Honor,' he said firmly. 'I have great honor. So will you. But you will find that that is not the same as power.
He turned his head toward the voice and looked into the half-closed eyes of a boy who seemed not much older than himself. Dirt streaked the boy's face and his matted blond hair. He lay sprawled, his g...
He floated above, weightless, watching his human self labor and writhe. He gave himself to it willingly, traded himself for all that he loved and valued, and felt free.