The Perks of Being a Wallflower

The Perks of Being a Wallflower - I started this book with high expectations. Nearly everyone I know who's read this has loved it, but no one really told me anything else about the book. So, I went into it completely blind. And by completely blind, I mean I knew absolutely nothing about the book.And, I'll be honest, when I started reading and I saw that this was in letter format (yes, the entire book), I scrunched up my nose. I didn't know how I'd like that, and at first, I didn't. It felt choppy to me, and robotic, and I didn't think I'd be able to connect with Charlie as a character.And then I got to about 15% and something just clicked. I got lost in the book, forgetting that it was told in letter form. It started to become something that I was listening to, like a story told from a friend, rather than something I was reading. And then I started to connect with Charlie. Oh, my word, that boy. My heart ached for him. Now, I know tons and tons of people were gutted by this book--to the point of sobbing. This didn't touch me in the same way, and I'm not sure why. I thought it was poignant and heartbreaking and bittersweet and so so beautiful, but I wasn't beside myself with emotions. Charlie's outlook on life and friendship and love was eye-opening and wonderful to read.For so much of this book, it just settled sort of like a warm blanket over my heart. And I know that's probably odd to say with so many people sobbing while reading, but what I took away from this was only the happies. Well, except for that one part. You know what part I'm talking about. Yeah. I did not see the details of that one coming.* So, what did I think? Wonderful, memorable, bittersweet, an amazing read. In the end, while I didn't necessarily relate to Charlie or draw personally from his experiences, I fell in love with him anyway. Maybe this will break my shitty book streak for 2013? Only good ones from here...*is being intentionally vague so as to not spoil