This is the appropriate time to review an astonishing book by Stephen Chbosky. It is none other than The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I’ve heard the movie was based on this book, so I wanted to somehow compare the two and to do that I choose to read the book first then see the movie. Currently speaking, I only finished the book about 2 months ago and yes, it is now my favorite book. I want to read it (I actually listen to it too since I own the audio book) for the 2nd time this holiday just for the sake of reading it twice.
The main character here is Charlie and he’s writing letters about his life to an anonymous receiver in this case is you as the reader, and he is telling you about all the mayhem that had happened, is happening and his assumption of what’s about to happen. You cannot help but to feel attach to his sweet and innocent flow of storytelling. Mr. Chbosky has successfully seduce me into wanting to actually give a big warm hug to Charlie. The last time I felt this way was when I read Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. What do you know, his name was also Charlie. They both are just so irresistibly hug-able.
Not only Charlie, the entire book cast of The Perks are bursting with character. Just like life itself, the events following those people are also relatable in many levels. Heartbroken, falling in love with the wrong person in the worst possible time, falling out of love, betrayed, awkwardness, fights, experimenting with things you want to occur or the total opposite, etc.
A total ‘coming to age’ guide that is everlasting and will become sort of everyone’s memento. If you ever read any of my reviews, I don’t go into details because every head, every heart in a variety of moods interpret different meaning and depth from the book; and it’s always good to share your opinion and outlook to be discussed with others who has other interpretation. So, to me, The Perks gives comfort in admitting everyday problems as a part of this ever-changing life. That we are always alone together even if you feel like the only thing that does not matter. That silent bond between you and Charlie when the feelings connected and you, for a second, felt like “I get that.” I even got the sadness realizing that he’s not real and that I cannot tell him all the shits that happens in my life. Just seems unfair that he got to tell us his misadventures and we’re unable to, at lest, let him acknowledge our sympathy.
The coolest thing about this book is all the song list, the books recommendation (include Jack Kerouac’s On The Road that I’m currently reading) , the warm and fuzzy feeling I get and the characters I wish I could meet. Then again, I may have already encounter some similar maniac.
Personally, I would love to say thanks to Mr.Stephen Chbosky for sharing Charlie to the world. He is every teen’s alter ego.