Review : The Perks Of Being A Wallflower ;

So .. If you haven't already knew , i love this book .

I read it this year start , and it was .. 

Really .. Nice . 

Nice is an understatement . 

But there aren't existing words to bring out how much it means . 

The author , Stephen Chbosky , i must say , wrote it really well ! 

He brought out Charlie's (the main character) feelings and inner thoughts . 

Although they seem minor , they made me reflect . 

Like how Charlie is always observing others , thinking about their day , imagining things from their viewpoints . 

Idk it made me wonder about people around me . 

Do they feel what Charlie feels ? 

I mean , i sure do . 

I wonder how their days were . 

I wonder if the people had someone made them smile today . 

If their teachers praised them for their hardwork today . 

Don't you ? 

Charlie lived on the sidelines all his life . 

And i believe he has an illness though not mentioned . 

But it was the little things that he noted down that made me want to reach out to him . 

Not just symphatise , but completely understand him . 

The author really , really did a great job on this book . 

If you have never read this book , you better get it . 

The contents are pretty 'heavy' .. 

In a sense they actually weigh your heart down . 

It really made me reflect and treasure everything around me more . 

More than ever . 

Charlie forgave and forgot really quickly . He was never one to blame and i wanted to learn from him . 

He went through all the things teens are going through now , smoking , drugs , sex . 

I wouldn't want to know about them but he clearly highlighted how he grew through them . 

This book will change your view on the strangers passing by you now , the people on the train , those girls in a clique you see , those humans you know that are sad . 

Really .

This book changes alot . 

It's a must read . 

I give it a 5/5 . 

-spoiler alert- 

"Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

     He wrote a poem

 And he called it "Chops"

     Because that was the name of his dog

 And that's what it was all about

 And his teacher gave him an A

     And a gold star

 And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

     And read it to his aunts

 That was the year Father Tracy 

     Took all the kids to the zoo

 And he let them sing on the bus

 And his little sister was born

      With tiny toenails and no hair

 And his mother and father kissed a lot

 And the girl around the corner sent him a

      Valentine signed with a row of Xs

      And he had to ask his father what the Xs meant

 And his father always tucked him in bed at night

 And was always there to do it

 Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines 

       He wrote a poem

 And he called it "Autumn"

       Because that was the name of the season

 And that's what it was all about

 And his teacher gave him an A 

       And asked him to write more clearly

 And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door 

        Because of its new paint

 And the kids told him 

       that Father Tracy smoked cigars

 And left butts on the pews

 And sometimes they would burn holes

 And that was the year his sister got glasses 

        with thick lenses and black frames

 And the girl around the corner laughed 

        when he told her to go see Santa Claus

 And the kids told him why 

        his mother and father kissed alot

 And his father never tucked him in bed at night

 And his father got mad

        when he cried for him to do it

Once on a paper torn from his notebook

         he wrote a poem

 And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

         because that was the question about his girl

 And that's what it was all about

 And his professor gave him an A

         and a strange steady look

 And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door 

         because he never showed her

 That was the year Father Tracy died

 And he forgot how the end 

         Of the Apostle's Creed went

 And he caught his sister 

         making out on the porch

 And his mother and father never kissed

         Or even talked

 And the girl around the corner

        wore to much makeup

 That made him cough when he kissed her

       but he kissed her anyway

       because that was the thing to do

 And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed

        his father snoring loudly

 That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

        he tried another poem

 And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

 Because that's what it was really about

 And he gave himself an A

 and a slash on each damned wrist

 And he hung it on the bathroom door

        because this time he didn't think

        he could reach the kitchen "

Joy