The Giver

But the aircraft a year ago had been different. It was not a squat, fat-bellied cargo plane but a needle-nosed single-pilot jet. Jonas, looking around anxiously, had seen others — adults as well as children — stop what they were doing and wait, confused, for an explanation of the frightening event.
Each December, all the new children born in the previousyear turned One. One at a time — there were always fifty ineach year’s group, if none had been released
“you’re very close tobeing an Eight, and when you’re an Eight, your comfortobject will be taken away. It will be recycled to theyounger children.
Almost every citizen in the community had dark eyes.His parents did, and Lily did, and so did all of his groupmembers and friends. But there were a few exceptions:Jonas himself, and a female
Mirrors were rare inthe community; they weren’t forbidden, but there was noreal need of them, and Jonas had simply never bothered tolook at himself very often even when he found himself in alocation where a mirror existed.
Where exactly did Roberto go?”She lifted her bare wet shoulders in a small shrug. “I donot know. I do not think anybody does, except the com- mittee.He just bowed to all of us and then walked, like they alldo, through the special door in the Releasing Room.

Mehr als 40 Millionen Storyboards erstellt

Keine Downloads, Keine Kreditkarte und Kein Login zum Ausprobieren Erforderlich!