Nothing by Janne Teller It's a young adult novel about a small town, where a boy named Pierre Anthon discovers one day that "life means nothing". So he quits school and spends his time up in a plum tree, staring at the sky and accepting his nothingness. But whilst the kids from his class walk by, he yells at them that it's pointless and nothing matters. It riles up the group, so they create a plan to make a pile of "meaningful" things. Each item added to the pile is more grotesque the last. It's very Lord of the Flies in nature, but with simpler language. There was something especially triggering about reading this book, because while I'm used to the ideas of existentialism and absurdism these days (been studying them for English class), it was the fact that these were seventh grade kids trying so desperately to prove that life meant something. Their age and the setting that they live in, namely a small rural town with almost every kid living on the same block, was a nostalgic image. The characters were all vaguely unlikable, but that to me felt very real. I guess to say, the novel doesn't make me want to kill myself. But the pointless violence it depicts, for the sake of proving that life doesn't mean just nothing, makes me feel very desolate...I'm not sure why. It is amazing to me when literature can have such a profound affect on the human mind.