Think only on the climb. Think on what you control

You eat canned tuna fish and you absorb protein. Then, if you're lucky, someone give you Dover Sole and you experience nourishment. It's the same with books.

I don't know what she is now. A stranger, mostly. It's as if she has become a part of a different world, one that doesn't include me anymore.

Once she read a book but found it distasteful because it contained adjectives.

The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.

The community of the Giver had achieved at such great price. A community without danger or pain. But also, a community without music, color or art. And books.

There was just a moment when things weren't quite the same, weren't quite as they had always been through the long friendship