Hooked on Books: The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I promised you all a book review, and I have delivered. Ask and ye shall receive...or don't ask and I'll just do what I want. Either way- here ya go. 

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by. Stephen Chbosky 

There is an overwhelming number of books in the world that make us cry. You read one and you read them all, yet we still time and again put ourselves through the agony. I believe it is human nature to want to feel something- anything- to attach ourselves to as many things as possible. So weepy novels are  our outlet.
Yet there is a very small percentage of books in the world that change us. And I know I sound like a cheesy Oprah Winfrey yet when a book manages to change your way of thinking, of living, it is a rare creation. The Perks of Being a Wallflower is one such creation. 
From the moment I knew about its existence I was extremely uninterested. Uninterested as in I bypassed its unassuming little cover and went straight toward the Sci- Fi Romance section of Barnes and Nobles. (I'm a sucker for a beautiful cover.) I had so little faith in this little book, for it is quite tiny. I had this belief that no good story could be told- let alone a life changing one- in less that 400 pages. 
I forget now why Sherylyn and I decided to finally pick it up and read it, (Perhaps she can refresh my memory someday) yet my expectations were proved false beyond words. 

Dear Charlie,

I read every one of your letters. I read and reread and digested and reread again and thought and thought and thought about you and your life. As I read I found myself growing more and more like-minded with you. I also think of myself more as an observer than a 'participator' in life. Perhaps we both notice the futility of it. 
I must admit, many letters I had to stop reading. I had to stop and mentally prepare myself for the next word and then the next until I could finish it. It was hard to read those letters. Yet I feel I understand your behavior more. I understood your drive and your decisions. And although your past is tragic, you said it best with "even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them."
I have read these words many times, picking them apart-as I do all your words- trying to make complete since of them. Because that's what you should do when something makes me feel so utterly 'infinite', you should dissect it, over and over and over again and never stop. 
You are from a different world Just Charlie. A world that is looking down on this world, trying to make since of everyone and everything and failing. Your words rang true to my heart because they are ones I thought myself alone in thinking. 
Like how music is something so utterly great, yet awful at the same time. 
And how loving someone means loving the bad parts too. 
How it's okay to not see things how others see them.
And how being sad doesn't mean your not also happy. 
Thank you Charlie for the letters, now I have a collection of little works of art to read at my leisure, and a friend. For that's how I feel about you. You're a friend. A kindred spirit- if you will.
I wish you all the best in your happiness and in your sadness. And if you ever feel the need to get bad again, please write me. But if you don't write I will still be happy because I know you are out 'participating' in life, and maybe one day I will choose to do the same. 
Love Always,
McKenzie

Fanfiction anyone? 

I wish I could give you all more. Perhaps a diagnonis of the plot, or a few character studies, yet I feel then you wouldn't read the book. And you should. Yet perhaps a warning is in order- like I said in the above letter- some parts are hard to read. Your tears will blur your vision, and some nights you won't be able to sleep. Yet is it possible that I enjoyed every moment of it? 

So whoop there it is readers. 
I hope you find this book as wonderful as I did.
And always til next time-
Happy Reading.