Giver Trilogy 01 - The Giver Read Free Page A

suspense that there is with your Ceremony. Because I was already fairly certain of what my Assignment was to be."
    Jonas was surprised. There was no way, really, to know in advance. It was a secret selection, made by the leaders of the community, the Committee of Elders, who took the responsibility so seriously that there were never even any jokes made about Assignments.
    His mother seemed surprised, too. "How could you have known?" she asked.
    His father smiled his gentle smile. "Well, it was clear to me—and my parents later confessed that it had been obvious to them, too—what my aptitude was. I had always loved the newchildren more than anything. When my friends in my age group were holding bicycle races, or building toy vehicles or bridges with their construction sets, or—"
    "All the things I do with my friends," Jonas pointed out, and his mother nodded in agreement.
    "I always participated, of course, because as children we must experience all of those things. And I studied hard in school, as you do, Jonas. But again and again, during free time, I found myself drawn to the newchildren. I spent almost all of my volunteer hours helping in the Nurturing Center. Of course the Elders knew that, from their observation."
    Jonas nodded. During the past year he had been aware of the increasing level of observation. In school, at recreation time, and during volunteer hours, he had noticed the Elders watching him and the other Elevens. He had seen them taking notes. He knew, too, that the Elders were meeting for long hours with all of the instructors that he and the other Elevens had had during their years of school.
    "So I expected it, and I was pleased, but not at all surprised, when my Assignment was announced as Nurturer," Father explained.
    "Did everyone applaud, even though they weren't surprised?" Jonas asked.
    "Oh, of course. They were happy for me, that my Assignment was what I wanted most. I felt very fortunate." His father smiled.
    "Were any of the Elevens disappointed, your year?" Jonas asked. Unlike his father, he had no idea what his Assignment would be. But he knew that some would disappoint him. Though he respected his father's work, Nurturer would not be his wish. And he didn't envy Laborers at all.
    His father thought. "No, I don't think so. Of course the Elders are so careful in their observations and selections."
    "I think it's probably the most important job in our community," his mother commented.
    "My friend Yoshiko was surprised by her selection as Doctor," Father said, "but she was thrilled. And let's see, there was Andrei—I remember that when we were boys he never wanted to do physical things. He spent all the recreation time he could with his construction set, and his volunteer hours were always on building sites. The Elders knew that, of course. Andrei was given the Assignment of Engineer and he was delighted."
    "Andrei later designed the bridge that crosses the river to the west of town," Jonas's mother said. "It wasn't there when we were children."
    "There are very rarely disappointments, Jonas. I don't think you need to worry about that," his father reassured him. "And if there are, you know there's an appeal process." But they all laughed at that—an appeal went to a committee for study.
    "I worry a little about Asher's Assignment," Jonas confessed. "Asher's such
fun.
But he doesn't really have any serious interests. He makes a game out of everything."
    His father chuckled. "You know," he said, "I remember when Asher was a newchild at the Nurturing Center, before he was named. He never cried. He giggled and laughed at everything. All of us on the staff enjoyed nurturing Asher."
    "The Elders know Asher," his mother said. "They'll find exactly the right Assignment for him. I don't think you need to worry about him. But, Jonas, let me warn you about something that may not have occurred to you. I know I didn't think about it until after my Ceremony of Twelve."
    "What's that?"
    "Well, it's the last