Pages: 1-185
Son has quite a lot of heavy topics and themes throughout it's many pages; so as you can imagine, there are a lot of emotions to be felt here. For me, the most prominent feeling I get from Son (as of right now) is frustration. Which, from reading the back of the book, you wouldn't expect. But if you were to actually read the second part of this book, I'm sure you would be feeling the same way. You would feel frustration along with me because Claire (the protagonist here) loses her memory (a deeply annoying and unoriginal plot twist, sorry Lois Lowry.). This means she *SPOILER ALERT* forgets the whole purpose of her running away from the town/'utopia' she lived in (the same town where The Giver takes place) and basically sets the whole plot of the story back a whole section. Now that may have been a bit dramatic, but it's frustrating when someone who finally decides to be an individual in a society that looks down on the prospect, gets held back from doing that. Can you just imagine my frustration?
Another emotion I feel after and during reading Son is awe. This is the same kind of awe you felt after reading some of the final chapters in The Giver. The kind where you just cannot believe that a society could do that. I am in halfway in awe of how a society could conform to that, and halfway in awe of how people would do that. My awe is neither negative nor positive, just an observant state of awe. This paragraph looks quite a lot smaller than the other, so I'll fill it with unnecessary words, kind of what like happens in Son. Although I don't mind this book, it is kind of entertaining.
