A review by tomhardygirl
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

5.0

i think there’s a lot to say about this book. firstly, how comforted i feel by how much charlie thinks. it isn’t that i think others don’t think as much as i do or i feel vastly separated from others, but it’s nice to see my thoughts written on paper, and it doesn’t cheapen the things i feel. to know that the things i have felt have been felt and will be felt again doesn’t make me sad and it doesn’t make me feel small in a negative way. it makes me feel seen. when i first read this, i was a freshman and that was an experience all on it’s own. i had thoughts on what my high school experience would be. some of it happened, some of it didn’t. now as a graduating senior, my high school experience is more of a memory than it is a futuristic idea and while i cant say it was as lovely as charlie’s freshman year and that i didn’t go to half as many parties as he did or drive through tunnels with my friends, there are still moments when i felt infinite and seen and known, and that was enough. i didn’t get a senior year, not really, but i spent days biking with my brother, so i cant really complain. not when there is so little of youth. mostly, i just want to say that this is something i think i can always come back to, because feelings of infinity don’t change, i think you find them in any place you are, and that is enough for me. this book is kind of like the little house charlie gave to his sister and the mixtape he gave to patrick. this is something i can come back to and feel at home, no matter where i am.