I Think I've Written 40 Books, And

It Was Almost December, And Jonas Was Beginning To Be Frightened.

Fear Dims When You Learn Things.

I Feel Sorry For Anyone Who Is In A Place Where He Feels Strange And Stupid.

If Everyting's The Same, Then There Aren't Any Choices! I Want To Wake Up In The Morning And Decide Things!" (jonas) "it's The Choosing That's Imortant, Isn't It?" The Giver Asked Him.

The Community Of The Giver Had Achieved At Such Great Price. A Community Without Danger Or Pain. But Also, A Community Without Music, Color Or Art. And Books.