Right after I finished reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower, I have already decided to make one lengthy blog, which is also a review of some sort, about this book. (So that I’d be able to show you, lot, how I am genuinely in love with its story. And how I have grown a deep attachment to Charlie.) And I’m almost positive that I’d be able to. Unfortunately, some things are just not meant to be blogged, especially if they were beyond description. (I don’t know how that works. But there really are. Promise.) What I can assure you, though, is that after reading the book twice (and shed tears once in a while), Charlie has become a part of me. And he will always be. Like a true friend. “I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn’t try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.” 

Right after I finished reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower, I have already decided to make one lengthy blog, which is also a review of some sort, about this book. (So that I’d be able to show you, lot, how I am genuinely in love with its story. And how I have grown a deep attachment to Charlie.) And I’m almost positive that I’d be able to. Unfortunately, some things are just not meant to be blogged, especially if they were beyond description. (I don’t know how that works. But there really are. Promise.)

What I can assure you, though, is that after reading the book twice (and shed tears once in a while), Charlie has become a part of me. And he will always be. Like a true friend.

“I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn’t try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.”