I found the "problem" to be entirely believable in this. Lucy is feeling very very guilty because her first marriage was not picture perfect. She wasn't in love with her spouse, and there was no passion. She wasn't overly upset when he died, and is overwhelmed by guilt by that. She is mourning what she didn't have more than she is mourning her dead husband. It was very well written.
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First, how unbearably sad was the Giver? (the person, not the book itself?) His pain is so great.
Second, the image in the final pages Will. Not. Leave. Me. It's so ambigous, and intentionally so. I am sure that all the middle-schoolers reading it read the happy interpretation, but I can't help but read the sad one. It made me so upset that I couldn't read anything else. I had to leave my house. I want so bad to just go snatch up my little monkey. Please, if you have read this, please comment and tell me how you interpret it?
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from page 106:
I Don't Know How To Tell Dylan
I used
to think I was
in love with him.
But that
must have been
a different him.
Or maybe a different me.
Because
when I look at him now
I see a friend,
not a boyfriend.
And when he kisses me,
all I feel is,
the overwhelming
overness of it.
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I'm making my way
through the halls at school,
searching every boy's face
for my masked man's eyes,
but it's harder than finding Waldo
because the truth is
I can't even remember
what color they were.
I guess it wasn't how they looked
that got to me.
It was how it felt
when they connected to mine-
like this door
was opening up inside of me
that had never been opened before,
and his soul was walking right in.
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