The Giver by Lois Lowry
The face of a man dominates the cover. The deepness of his wrinkles declares a lifetime of exhaustion, the unkempt length of hair and beard cry out solitude and isolation. He is not looking out at you, he watches something out of frame, the hauntingly anticipatory look of resigned fear compels the reader to discover his story. The perfect black void of the background is marred in only one spot, the lower left of which has been ripped away, leaving a ragged white edge. Behind the void against which the old man’s face floats the tear reveals a world of trees and light, whose very composition is in complete opposition
to that of the old man’s. Sixteen years have passed since I came across Lois Lowry’s amazing story, a book I devoured in one sitting in a poorly upholstered chair in the public library, skipping the afternoon shift I was supposed to be working to finish it. Sixteen years and the story remains as strong in my consciousness now as it was then. It was this compelling cover that snagged my attention, that drove me into the chilling “perfection” of Jonas’ world, and I will be forever grateful it did.
– Brian Horne