the cat get your tongue? Or was it the Boogieman?” Jayla and her small group of
Boogieman doesn’t take children’s tongues. He prefers to scare you, so he can
feed on your fear.” Phoebe put her hands on her hips. Jayla’s crap was old and
Phoebe was so sick of it and the other stuff she had put up with lately. “Now,
the Boogiewoman, that’s a different story. She just absolutely loves the
tongues of mean bullies.”
asked one of the cheerleaders with Jayla.
let’s go.” Madison
tugged on Phoebe’s sleeve.
can’t leave. Phoebe was just telling me about the Boogiewoman, and I just have
to hear more. This story is so entertaining.” Jayla laughed.
no more than a squeak.
“Madison, I have to stand
up to her. I can’t run away. Not anymore.” Phoebe swallowed but the lump of
fear stayed firmly stuck in place. Even though she was afraid, she knew she had
to stand up. She had done it once before. How was this any different?
slammed into Phoebe, knocking her free of the grip.
“No!” Becka’s scream
echoed through the pavilion. “The story isn’t worth it. I don’t want it. I want
this nightmare to end.”
The lake churned and
bubbled ferociously like boiling water.
stared. She knew she should run, but her legs weren’t getting the message her
brain was sending.
Out of the depths of
the lake, rose the monster that had injured Phoebe’s shoulder and plagued her
dreams. It did not glide smoothly out of the murky depths. It dug and clawed
its way through the water like a vampire or a zombie digging its way out of a
dirt-filled grave. The flesh clinging to the bony limbs stretched under the
weight of the waters, making the putrid flesh ooze and drip even more than it
did in Phoebe’s nightmares. New exposed white bones glowed in the moonlight.
The tattered remains of clothes barely hung on the gaunt frame approaching the
Phoebe could not do
anything but stare at it.
The monster stepped
into the soft twinkling light of the pavilion. Its face was little more than a
skull with patches of rotting flesh clinging to it. The eyes—the eyes were not
there. Two large dark holes marked the spot, but deep in their depths, small,
blood red embers glowed.
Phoebe tried screaming
but nothing came out of her mouth. Wide-eyed and shaking, her legs started
working and she backed away from the monster-filled pavilion.
The Giver is
scheduled for release next week…August 15 to be exact. The movie is based on
Lois Lowry’s book, The Giver, which was published in 1993.
When I taught reading, The Giver was the first novel we read each year. It more
often than not, caught the attention of my more reluctant readers. The book
deals with a number of topics that lead to great classroom discussions and
tie-ins to current world events.
The Giver is
a dystopian novel, meaning the society has some major problems, even though at
first, you do not see these problems. Jonas (11 to 12 years old) lives in a
perfect society. There is no disease, no hunger, no war, no discrimination,
etc. The people have embraced a “sameness”. No one is different. In other
words, this society is perfect…a utopian society, but in becoming this, the
people have given up many things, including music, color, and love.
selected to train as the new Receiver of Memory (one person in the society
holds all memories of what life was like before). Through his interactions with
The Giver (holder of the memories and the oldest person in the society who has
not been “released”), Jonas learns about what his community has given up, and
the horrors his world truly holds.
seen the movie trailer and have read about the movie, but I’ve already seen a
change between the movie and the book. In the movie, Jonas is 16 years old. I’m
curious as to what other changes have been made…how true will they be to the book.
My two kitties were having a fit the other morning. They kept looking out the window and chattering. I finally went to investigate and found this guy at my front door. Momma and Papa were not happy when I stepped out onto the porch.