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Actually, I've been reading it for a couple of days now. I'm on chapter 13. It's a good book so far. Which is a weird way to start taking about an award winning kid fic novel, a Newbery Medal no less, but I don't judge books by their covers. By the by, the Newbery seal is one of the things I remember most about books from my childhood. I don't know they were prestigious back then, but they sure did stand out from the non-berys when ever they brought out the Scholastic book table set ups in the library. You didn't know what the Newbery was--Confession, I still kind of don't, but I'll look it up... Someday.--but you knew this book had somehow gotten the gold. The only Newbery book I remember reading in my youth is Holes, Louis Sachar. Sachar books are kind of special to me because it's where me and my younger brother, who's in college now, meet in literature*. I was able to turn to Sachar's books, Wayside Stories and Holes, and that's pretty cool, even if he's not much of a reader now.
The Giver is a book I would have enjoyed reading as a kid. Stanley Yelnats's initial slide down life's tall hill and long trek back up intrigued me and I loved Potter's humble climb to greatness (Another Newbery winner, I think. I tried to get my brother to read it--he didn't take to Potter very well.), but Jonas's story seems a little different and I wish I had read The Giver then too.
The Giver is sociological. It definitely deals with the psychology of Jonas,its main character--it has to, but the overarching themes are very sociological, at least in the first 13 chapter. There could be a twist. Holes deals with the more intimate structures of family, destiny, and in large part history too. Oppose to family, J. K. Rowling's books deal with friendship, the nature of evil, and in small part the cultures of school and government. I believe Lowry's book would have made my personal reading list well-rounded with her psychosociolgical novel. That's the way I feel part way through at least.
*Nope, I was wrong about that. When he was last home, I lent him my copy of Frederick Douglass's Narrative in the Life..., a book we both had to read for a class. We talked about it some and that was pretty cool too.