Son (The Giver, #4)

by Lois Lowry

Alys laughed. “Were you to take it in your hand, child, it would tremble in fear. Have you never been near to a wee bird before?” Claire shook her head no. “You’ll feed it each day. Seeds, mostly, and some of the bugs from the field.” “I don’t like the bugs,” Claire whispered. “It will help when you learn them. Fear dims when you learn things.”