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Man, I don’t even need to think about this one. There’s really only one answer for absolute earthshaking heart-tearing this-fucked-me-up change:

The Giver by Lois Lowry.

I was eleven when I read it, and I didn’t have the vocabulary to explain how it made me feel. I’m 32 now, considered both verbose and well-read, and I’m pretty sure I still don’t have that vocabulary. I’ll try.

This book was my first introduction to the concept of “life is meaningless except as you live it for the benefit of others.” That concept alone was a pretty heavy one to lay on a prepubescent mentally-ill child, but what really got deep into my guts and twisted, disturbed me and kept me awake at night, was the casual way in which Jonas’ parents laughed and told him they didn’t love him—that love was a silly and irrational emotion. They enjoyed him, they found him pleasant, but they did not love him. I felt myself to be a very unlovable person, and that just hit me like a sack of bricks. The idea, also, that they would cheerfully, with no sense of anything being wrong, strip away his emotions, and that this was supposed to be a good and right thing in their world, was troubling on a level so deep the people around me noticed I was upset—and worst of all, when I tried to explain it to my mom, her response was “wow, that would’ve made my life easier. Being a teenager without all those hormones sounds like a good thing to me.”

And that was the moment I realized the real and full depth of “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” I’m autistic, and at that point in my life was incredibly closed-off from the world and being able to express myself in a way that most people found understandable—but I knew, without question, that if the pill Jonas was given actually existed, my mom wouldn’t even wonder whether she should give it to me. It’d be for my own good, after all. It’d make my life easier. As a kid who was already on many, many medications to make me “normal,” the idea was horrifying.

I wouldn’t learn the phrase “self-advocacy” until my mid-20s, but I started practicing it then. Because I never, ever wanted someone to give me a pill for “stirrings” for my own good. At the time, Gathering Blue hadn’t yet been released, and the popular interpretation of the ending of The Giver at that point was that Jonas died of hypothermia. That didn’t help—I was shaky about understanding metaphors, but that he should live in a society where he literally had to die in order to feel? Absolutely not. It felt far too much like what I was doing every day.

The Giver was the first time I ever resonated so hard with a character that I had nightmares of ending up just like him. 21 years later, thinking about the book still shakes something inside me a little. That’s why I said I don’t even have to think about it—Bridge to Terabithia made me cry, but The Giver forced me to look myself and my own worst-case scenario in the eyes, and I was horrified by what I saw there.

Possibly The Giver By Lois Lowry. The snow and death thing is spot on.

The Giver (Lowis Lowry) é bem tranquilo de vocabulário e curto

https://www.amazon.com.br/dp/0544336267/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_I.qoFbGGMH2KG

Não-ficção sugiro os livros do Randall Munroe, valem muito a pena, como What if e principalmente no seu caso o Thing Explainer, onde ele explica como várias coisas funcionam usando apenas as 1000 palavras mais usadas e comuns do inglês

https://www.amazon.com.br/dp/0544668251/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_t8qoFb2TH7P2T