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A review by zhakoreading
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
4.5
I didn’t do things because I didn’t want him to think different about me. But the thing is, I wasn’t being honest. So, why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn’t really even know me?
You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love.
I don’t know if it’s better to be close with your daughter or make sure that she has a better life than you do. I just don’t know.
I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what’s wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.
Scarily relatable.
Tiptoeing around others in fear they would leave you, revolving your life around your friends…hit me hard.
At first, I couldn’t understand why was he feeling and reacting the way he was, and crying so much, and why was the writing style so childish, until it all clicked. I rarely cry over books, but I couldn’t help myself.
(Also, it’s infuriating how little people talk about Charlie choosing the wrong ‘friends’. How they all use him, how truly vulnerable he is and how he shouldn’t be friends with eighteen year olds who teach him life and don’t view him as an equal.
That’s not what friends should be to you.
I’d say that this is an important book for teenagers to read, and it was wayyy ahead of its time and that’s why it was banned, not because it’s immoral.
It has a lot of topics that make you actually, really think- your purpose in life, the way you present yourself, your relationships with others.
Loved it.
The only reason I didn’t give it a five is the questionable friendship of Charlie with the other characters- the fact that it wasn’t portrayed as something, well, questionable at all in the book.
I don’t care what you say or think, they used him and treated him as a little kid. (which he kind of was, which is worse)
but I’m afraid that maybe since he isn’t sad, he won’t want to spend time with me.
P.S the tunnel metaphor is pure chefs kiss.
But mostly, I was crying because I was suddenly very aware of the fact that it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face. Not caring if I saw downtown. Not even thinking about it. Because I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite.
You should feel infinite because of the journey, not the destination.