"Jonas." It was a whisper at first: hushed, barely audible. "Jonas.
Jonas."
Then louder, faster. "JONAS. JONAS. JONAS." With the chant,
Jonas knew, the community was accepting him and his new role,
giving him life, the way they had given it to the newchild Caleb. His
heart swelled with gratitude and pride.
But at the same time he was filled with fear. He did not know what
his selection meant. He did not know what he was to become.
Or what would become of him. "
Unlike all all of the other children who received their assignments and were applauded for it, Jonas received his and had his name chanted over and over. This stuck out to me because when the small child, Caleb, had died, the crowd had done the same thing. They chanted Caleb's name over and over until "he disappeared forever from their lives and minds."
2. Think of one way that a person in the story solved a problem. When you have decided on the person (or animal, or . . .), tell or write what you learned about solving the problem that you could use sometime in solving a problem of your own. What kind of trouble was he/she in? What was the problem to be solved? Do you have any of the same problems?
Jonas was in a large predicament near the end of the book. Gabriel was to be released (killed) the following day, and all of Jonas's plans were changed by this small thing. He had to take Gabriel with him. So he did. He improvised. Instead of leaving alone, like he had planned to do for weeks, Jonas took his father's bike with the child seat and took Gabriel with him.
I learned from Jonas that sometimes you need to improvise. Even if you've been planning something for a long time and there's a sudden change of plans, improvisation is often the only way to continue effectively.
3. Think back in the story and try rewriting an incident from it. Substitute setting, a secondary character, or add on to the incident. For example, substitute a dog for a wolf in the THREE LITTLE PIGS.
"but he doesn't like to be kept waiting." The woman behind the reception desk mumbled. "So I'd hurry in." Jonas opened the door and walked down the hall until he came upon a staircase. He walked down it, and the first thing that struck him were the books. Hundreds, no, thousands of books. He took a deep breath. Jonas walked into the room, noticing that the furniture was much fancier than the furniture in the normal dwellings.
"Hello, Jonas." A female voice spoke from the chair near a window. "I'm the Giver."
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