A book everyone hated but you liked.
Almost anyone I have ever mentioned this book to in the past has told me they hated it. I read it back in 7th grade for Battle of the Books and loved it, and it left quite an impression on me.
It’s set in the future, where jobs are doled out to people at a certain age. Every so often, when the giver is unwell, a new child must be selected to take his place. He’s called the giver because he gives memories and emotions for the new child to experience. Things like love, grief, pain, and other feelings have never been experienced by the future children. Love is actually an archaic word. Children are bred from mothers and fathers whose job alone is to breed for the others, and marriages are arranged by those in charge. Then children are given to these people.
The only person that knows what real love was and pain, and grief and other emotions and experiences, is the giver, followed by the child meant to take his place in old age.
It is kind of bitter and heavy for that age group, leading a lot of people to think of it as age-inappropriate, but I remember being fascinated by the book’s premise.