I read a lot. Every summer is usually me staking permanent residence at a table in my favorite coffee shop with a new book every three days. Some of them are really enjoyable, some of them are challenging classics, and a very few of them really truly speak to me, catch my soul like the first rainbow you’ve ever seen. I startedPerks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky at 11:30 last night, finished it this afternoon, and am planning of turning back to the beginning as soon as I post this. It’s been a very very long time since a book struck me the way this book has. I know it’s affected so much of my generation, and it’s clear why, and I’m glad to be one of those people. Sometimes there are books or movies that come across my path at exactly the right moment in my life. This was one of those books. I am absolutely speechless.
I admit that I initially picked it up because I wanted to read it before the movie came out, because I’ve been meaning to read it for years after hearing about it once a long time ago. But it’s not about the movie anymore. It’s a wonderful story that is fantastically told and speaks volumes in a small bound set of letters. I hope I write something that beautiful someday.
If Perks changed your life, I’d love to hear your story.