Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Day 68: Jonas
I remember exactly where I was 15 years ago when I read this part in "The Giver": walking home from class back to my dorm at BYU. I remember stopping dead in my tracks, flipping the pages back and forth and slow-burn realizing the implications of Jonas' sudden perception of the apple. I think I stood still under the trees for another 15 minutes, reading through the next few chapters. I didn't want to go home yet, I didn't want to talk to anyone that didn't just have the same heart-gasping experience that I did, afraid that it would sully the moment in some weird way. Ever have that? Where you love something SO much you don't want to talk about it at all; you just keep it for yourself?
Anyways. Jonas from "The Giver" by Lois Lowry. Apples are delicious.