Messenger (The Giver, #3)

by Lois Lowry

Gabe,

gabe as in gabriel? as in jonas' baby brother?? is this the new town that they ventured into????? also is matty supposed to be matt from gathering blue or is that a coincidence.... or no right bc kira's dad was blind and the seer is blind and hmm

The Museum held the remains of a broken sled in a glass case, and the inscription explained that it had been Leader’s arrival vehicle. There were many relics of arrival in the Museum, because each person who had not been born in Village had his own story of coming there. The blind man’s history was told there, too: how he had been carried, near dead, from the place where enemies had left him with his eyes torn out and his future in his own place gone.

i am nothing if not a genius. jonas!!! and cristopher helloooo. but why doesnt matty remember or is he not matt, im perplexed

Some of those who had been among the most industrious, the kindest, and the most stalwart citizens of Village now went to the platform and shouted out their wish that the border be closed so that “we” (Matty shuddered at the use of “we”) would not have to share the resources anymore. We need all the fish for ourselves. Our school is not big enough to teach their children, too; only our own. They can’t even speak right. We can’t understand them. They have too many needs. We don’t want to take care of them. And finally: We’ve done it long enough.

“She’s quite lovely, isn’t she?” Matty shrugged. He understood that Leader was referring to Kira but the blind man’s daughter was older than he. She had been like a big sister to him. No one in the old place had thought her lovely. They had been contemptuous of her weakness. “She has a crooked leg,” Matty reminded Leader. “She leans on a stick to walk.” “Yes,” Leader said. “She’s very lovely.” But his voice was hard to hear now, and in a second he was asleep. Matty, holding Frolic, hurried down the stairs.

Now she did, and it was a quick and fragrant touch to his lips that gave him courage and, even before he started out, made him yearn to come back home.

Our gifts are our weaponry, he remembered saying to the blind man. It seemed so long ago that he had said it. He had felt certain of it at the time, but now he could not even think what he had meant.