I Don't Know What She Is Now.

...now He Saw The Familiar Wide River Beside The Path Differently. He Saw All Of The Light And Color And History It Contained And Carried In Its Slow - Moving Water; And He Knew That There Was An Elsewhere From Which It Came, And An Elsewhere To Which It Was Going

I Write Books Because I Have Always Been Fascinated By Stories And Language, And Because I Love Thinking About What Makes People Tick. Writing A Story... 'the Giver' Or Any Other... Is Simply An Exploration Of The Nature Of Behavior: Why People Do What They Do, How It Affects Others, How We Change And Grow, And What Decisions We Make Along The Way.

He Wept Because He Was Afraid Now That He Could Not Save Gabriel. He No Longer Cared About Himself

Things Seem More When You’re Little. They Seem Bigger, And Distances Seem Farther.

Teasing's Part Of The Fun That Comes Before Kissing