The Giver Novel Study Novels & Stories

She was too ashamed to return to Sovereign Moon Pack, and no one knew where she went. I felt nothing when I saw Jonah. I pretended not to notice him and walked away, but he appeared at my door with gifts. When I saw him trying to speak to my grandmother, my face darkened, and I dragged him to the tree outside. “What are you trying to do? My grandmother does not know who you are.” Jonah looked broken. “I only wanted to make things right, Jade.” I laughed in anger. “Do I look like I need anything from you? What can you possibly make up to me? Leave. Do not disturb my grandmother.”

Emma looked at the gift-wrapped box curiously. "Happy 19th birthday Emma" Gabi gave a gift to Emma. Emma's eyes teared up with happiness. Mrs. Gabi is the only one who remembers her birthday. Emma eagerly opened the present and found the textbooks for the first year of her college. "You finished your high school this year. I don't think your father will let you study further, even though you always were homeschooled. I don't think he will let you study further. These are the textbooks for the first year of your college. You study using these books. I will talk to a college principal to let you write exams online from the house." Gabi said lovingly.

the giver that's what I am I give and give yet receive nothing whether it's giving my body to my mother giving my heart to my partner giving my mind to my job i give until there is nothing left of me i am left with nothing and those I had given to see the flaws of my gifts see them as thrift instead of gold is who I am cheap to you? i am leslie king! but what weight does that name carry besides the weight of my body my mother said I had too much of

I feel tears prick my eyes at such a priceless gift. “Thank you.” I whisper, but since you can hear a pin drop in the room, I know my suitor can hear me. I clutch the book to my chest. I need to get this home to my father. It’s too precious to even have with me at school the rest of the day. As the bell rings, I finally look around to see others with a questioning look on their face. Everyone wants to know what the gift is so they can understand my response. My eyes meet glaciers and I am locked into his gaze. He doesn’t look surprised or like he’s wondering what I received. He looks….. happy. With my response? I have no idea.

He said. She blinked once. Twice. 'Was she hearing right?' She asked herself, looking at what has been placed in her hand, she drops the umbrella on the seat, she uses her now free hand to check what was given to her, this made her more confused. Yeah, Gideon was one of those kids that are rich and brilliant in the college but what she doesn't understand is this … Why could he give her this? … She wondered. "You aren't taking this class" Merry noticed as she flipped through one of the books he had given her "How come you have a note?" She asked.

Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her. Among the gifts, one particularly caught her attention—a beautifully bound book filled with handwritten recipes from the village's oldest residents. This was a treasure she had always wanted, as cooking had been a cherished pastime shared with her mother. The book was a collection of family recipes, each page telling a story of love, tradition, and the joy of gathering around the table. As Marissa flipped through the pages, she could almost hear the laughter of her family and friends echoing through the years.

The Giver was one of my favorites. I head back upstairs and before entering my room I look over at Malayah’s door. Something is compelling me to go to her room. I look around the hall and don’t see anyone. I walk down the hall and slip into her room. I smile seeing her soccer jersey on her bed and several clothes, gym bags and shoes all over her floor. Tears form in my eyes, it’s so like Malayah to not clean up after herself. I miss her so much. On her night stand she has a picture of her and me from our seventh birthday. I try communicating with again.