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The Giver Movie Tie-In Edition

This tie-in edition of 'The Giver' is a companion to the film adaptation, providing insights into the novel's source material and the creative process behind the movie. It includes supplementary material that explores the themes and characters of the story, as well as behind-the-scenes information about the film's production. more

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Lois Lowry
Lois Lowry

Lois Lowry is an American author renowned for her works in children's and young adult literature. Her books often explore social and political issues, with her most famous work being 'The Giver', which has been praised for its profound themes and rich imagination. more

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“But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself,into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously.”

“Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.”

“I watched her for a long time, memorizing her shoulders, her long-legged gait. This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that it wasn't the worst day of their lives. That they didn't want their mothers to come running after them, begging their forgiveness, that they wouldn't have gone down on their knees and thanked god if they could stay.”

“Good fences make good neighbors, and these were apparently good enough that they had not felt the need for razor wire at the top. I crested the fence, threw myself into the yard beyond, fell, rolled to my feet, and ran with the expectation of being garroted by a taut clothesline. I heard panting, looked down, and saw a gold retriever running at my side, ears flapping. The dog glanced up at me tongue rolling, grinning, as though jazzed by the prospect of an unscheduled play session.”