There are books which stay as a patch on your heart, and books you won’t remember a thing about. “The Perks of Being a Wallflower,” by Stephen Chbosky, fits in the second category, staying as a considerable disappointment, as the hype around the story was huge.
And I started wondering if it’s because I’m not a teenager anymore or maybe because the writing and the story itself are so poor.
Charlie, a very emotive boy, writes down about his teenage in a sort of “diary letters”
The book is structured in letters, that the main character, Charlie, is sending to a fictionary friend or maybe to you, the reader. The first twenty pages are boring, but in the middle of the book, things are somehow getting together. Charlie talks about his best friends, life in high school, teenage dramas, his love for a girlfriend, homosexuality, family, but also about his passion for reading.
Still, I helped myself not hating this character because of his weakness. Every little event was making him cry. As a teenager, for a boy at his 15’s, crying was too much and exaggerated.
I felt like the author was trying to manipulate the reader: “Look how the “little” boy is crying,” doesn’t make you feel sensitive? If you ask me, no, it sure didn’t.
Is the movie better than the book?
I must admit that I haven’t done a research before reading the book. Just heard about it and bought it. I also found out that there is also a movie, based on the book and named in the same way. It is directed by the writer himself and in its cast you find Emma Watson, Logan Lerman and Ezra Miller. Is the movie better than the book? Should I give it a chance?
Waiting to tell me in your comments. 🙂