I remember the night I finished reading The Giver by Lois Lowry. I was in middle school and it was late on a school night. Up until then, reading books felt like a chore. It wasn’t until I found myself reading past the required chapters of that night that I realized reading books could be a pleasurable activity. It was the first time I remember feeling so invested in what was happening to these characters as the book unfolded. I couldn’t put the book down. After I finished it, I was actually looking forward to going to English class to discuss it. The Giver was an important book for me because I proved to myself that I could read a book on my own, understand it, and form my own opinions about it.