The Giver Reading Level Novels & Stories

“Granulated onion.” “Oregano.” And finally, “Cumin.” “Perfect,” I say, brushing a few pickle pieces into a bowl. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He beams, puffing up with pride. He’s in first grade, but it doesn’t even feel right to call him that anymore. He’s already reading at a fourth-grade level. Same with math—he’s testing well above what he should be for his age. And he loves it, all of it. The books, the numbers, the challenge.

Satisfied with his pitiful state, I waved my hand in the air to wrap up. Out of thin air, his body was engulfed by furious red flames, and the underground cell filled with ear-piercing screams and a rotten smell. I swiveled on my heels before whispering the complete answer to his questions under my breath, “And for the world… gifted.” I left the room and passed other gang members in the hallway. They watched at me in pure horror before bowing their heads down in front of me.

“Goodnight Aspen.” Aspen leaves with the book. It’ll be nice to have another friend. I don’t get to see Samantha much anymore so it’ll be nice to have Aspen around. He likes books like I do. I’ll have to make him a list to read while he is here. I scan the shelves and decide on to finally try The Great Gatsby. My teacher gave me a list of more advanced books to read that I would typically be reading when I reach high school. So far I’ve loved the books she recommended. The Giver was one of my favorites.

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.”

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