The Giver

In the beginning, Jonas was a pursuer of sameness, along with everyone else in his community. There were no feeling above friendliness or enjoyment, and none below shame or a minimal amount of pain, thanks to pills that dulled those feelings. Life was easy and predictable. My perspective changed throughout the book, especially at climax points.
When Jonas experienced color for the first time, I was intrigued and read more, until the Giver said it was the color red. I felt a bit disappointed, feeling that it would be more interesting. But to Jonas, he was in awe. Up to this point, he had lived in a colorless world, with grey attire, grey food, grey family, grey….everything.
During each meeting with the Giver, his eyes opened a bit wider to all of the things in life he was missing; love, color, snow, sunshine, rain, etc… His feelings deepened and his insight to life had a depth that none of his friends or family knew. He tried explaining to them, of course, what color was, the feeling of snow, and anything else he thought was important that he learned from memories. Since touching was not allowed, he was unable to succeed in emitting memories to them.
Not all of the feelings he received were good however, for life with love must come with war. He tried and failed to send those feelings to his friends, for they played a game of war in which they shot each other with invisible guns. Jonas now felt it was real, and that they shouldn’t play around with the idea, for he had seen real warfare, and the outcome.
Jonas and the Giver decided that Jonas was going to leave; that would have an affect on the rest of the community; a replica of the memories Jonas received would disperse among everyone, and they would feel the pain, love, and wonder of the real world. This was not their goal, but it was a side effect that came with Jonas leaving. The plan they had was simple: Jonas would sneak out after hours, get on his bike and ride to the Giver, who would have a bundle of food for him. He would have gotten some food from his house, but they thought it would be better to have more food. He would then leave some of his things by the river, and bike into and off to Elsewhere; in the morning, the Giver would tell the community that Jonas died in the river.
However, certain circumstances made Jonas rethink his plan, and come up with a solution. At dinner before his departure, Jonas listened to his father as he spoke of the morning hours, where they would release Gabriel. Jonas now knew what that meant, and knowing that, he also knew he had to do something. It was obvious; take Gabriel with him to Elsewhere. It would be tricky, but if he took his father’s bike (which had a seat on the back for small children) he could manage it, plus, Gabriel slept in Jonas’s room.
The next day, he ran a bit late, so getting food from the Giver was not an option if he didn’t want to get caught. They set off, at first being sneaky; hiding whenever the planes flew by, in case they were being hunted down. Then the planes became scarce, and soon disappeared. Jonas often stopped by streams or berry bushes for eating. Gabriel was not much of a burden, at least, as long as there was food.
When Winter came around, their stomachs growled more loudly, and Jonas was more and more tired. Finally, at the bottom of a steep hill, Jonas could not bear his new way of life much longer. He rested in the snow, fully aware that he could die here, but then thought of Gabriel. That was his strength to get up, to keep moving because of the small child in his arms. He discarded the bike; it seemed to provide nothing anymore up this snowy hill. He climbed and climbed, until reaching the top. He thought of the one memory that was needed in this situation. Of the sled. And he saw it. He climbed aboard, and, with Gabriel in his arms, he slid down the hill, gradually approaching a small village which was decorated with Christmas lights.