Son (The Giver, #4)

by Lois Lowry

a tall young man named Eric said.

sighhhh why do they do this to me

There will be a group of volunteers starting indoctrination, and the visual aids make things easier.”

Abe

gabe???

Our son’s a Twelve this year.

jonas!!!!!

Jonas!”

the literal og

“YOU KNOW HE’S building a boat.” Kira nodded. She had just gotten the children to sleep. They were so lively, into everything. Now that Annabelle could walk, she followed her two-year-old brother, Matthew, into all kinds of mischief. Kira was exhausted by evening. She brought her cup of tea, set her walking stick aside, and sat down beside Jonas, who looked troubled. “I know. I was here when he came for the books, remember?” Jonas glanced at the walls of the room. Shelves of books extended from the floor to the ceiling. And not just this room, but all the others in the house he shared with his family.

my ship sailed yessyssy

Matthew

matty :(