Son

owry has already distributed two approximately related sidekick books, Gathering Blue and Messenger. With Son she's woven these three unique universes together, legends and destinies crashing in a last, epic battle. Luckily, in light of the fact that this is Lois Lowry, the impact isn't a repeating of the same tragic firecrackers we've seen too often some time recently, however a tranquil, dismal, profoundly moving investigation of the forces of compassion and the commitments of adoration.
What's more, luckily for those of us who haven't read The Giver since grade school, Son effortlessly remains all alone.
Set in the onerous group of "The Giver," the book acquaints us with 14-year-old Claire, gladly serving in the employment of "Vessel." It rapidly turns out to be clear what this vessel is conveying. "They don't need you to see the Product when it leaves you," Claire's companion clarifies. "When you conception it." And so in a couple of productive sentences, Lowry offers us a general public that uses its young as brood horses, regards its infants as made items and denies any enthusiastic association in the middle of mother and her son.