Review: 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower' by Stephen Chbosky

Saturday, May 23, 2015
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The Perks of Being a WallflowerStephen Chbosky


Charlie is a freshman.

And while he's not the biggest geek in the school, he is by no means popular. Shy, introspective, intelligent beyond his years yet socially awkward, he is a wallflower, caught between trying to live his life and trying to run from it.

Charlie is attempting to navigate his way through uncharted territory: the world of first dates and mix tapes, family dramas and new friends; the world of sex, drugs, and The Rocky Horror Picture Show, when all one requires is that perfect song on that perfect drive to feel infinite. But he can't stay on the sideline forever. Standing on the fringes of life offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a deeply affecting coming-of-age story that will spirit you back to those wild and poignant roller-coaster days known as growing up.


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Dear Charlie,
Thank you for sharing your story. It was…fascinating to say the least.
I felt an emotional connection with you. I am a confused person by nature. You and I share more than that in common, though. We’re both readers and writers. Or…I used to write.
In all honesty, that’s where the similarities really end. I don’t like drugs. And I can’t say I’m had drugs or alcohol.
I’m not in love. Nor am I loved by my English teacher.
We are similar but different. If that makes sense to you, Charlie.
Your story had many characters. Sam. Patrick. Mary Elizabeth. Craig. Your brother and sister who went unnamed. Your father and mother. Brad. Those are only a few, really, but they are many at the same time.
You were interesting in yourself. You had a backstory with problems and confusion. A typical teen, I guess. You were lost, and you were found. And you lost your way. And you went off the path. And you’re passive aggressive.
Do I need to go on?
You’re a fantastic person. I hope the best comes to you, Charlie. A good college. A steady girlfriend.
Though…why Sam? I don’t see her appeal. As a human being, I mean. I am female, but I don’t have sexuality or any of that. I don’t see why her. Or why romance at all. Your story was perfectly acceptable without it. Of course…loving Sam had plot twists and confusion.
You seem to have a confusing life. Or so I see.
Charlie. Let me tell you this. Your story was disjointed. I only could read so much between the lines. And you opted to keep some information with me. Why, Charlie? I thought you trusted me. Charlie, why could you tell me?
You had moments where things were clear. You had those fuzzy, LSD moments. You had those in-between. Charlie. I think you did well when you went to see that therapist. The one in the hospital. She helped sort things out. Or so it seems.
Charlie. I hope you’re okay now. I truly so. You seemed so sad. And lost. And confused. I might have mentioned the last one many times throughout this letter. But you did seen confused. Very so. You didn’t know what was right and wrong. Your moral compass was skewed, tossed off course.
I’m sorry, Charlie, that I couldn’t help better than this. I can only write to you and pray you get this letter.
Know this. I care for you. Your story is life-changing. I understand your position because I am lost and confused.
Know this. I will heed the advice you drilled into my brain, and I will get my own life back together.
Why? Because you are a role model to me, Charlie. At least, you are now. (Or my equivalent of a role model for I refuse to have one.)
Love always,
A friend

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