And while this could be annoying, it does have a point to the story – in his way, he is trying to fight his way out of his own routine. Our protagonist seems to float through life, letting things happen to him without ever instigating them. It has all the necessary moments an awkward high school age story needs to have: falling for a girl that doesn’t like you back, bad dates, drugs, not being ‘ready’ for sex, boring school dances, prom, football games, parties… and The Rocky Horror Picture Show. But then he befriends the outrageous Patrick (nickname ‘Nothing’) and is swept up into Patrick’s friends and life. At first, Charlie finds it hard to make friends. He tells his story to a stranger – someone he has heard might understand him, although he never reveals his true identity. And so begins the epistolary novel, a framing devise also used in the film. When I did say something, people tended to think I was odd and move a little farther away.Ĭharlie is about to start high school and he isn’t looking forward to it (who would?!). Personally, I think I was a lot like Charlie in many ways, I used to watch what was going on, and I didn’t say a lot. I just could not get enough of this story, which is why I wanted to tell you all about the story, the book, and the film!ĭo you remember high school? Even if your high school experience contained a lot less drugs, sex, or mental breakdowns, there is bound to be something in this story that you can relate to. I read the book and loved that too… which only made me to want to watch the film again. My housemate may have even walked into the living room to find my face covered in tears… So what was the first thing I did as the credits rolled? I bought the book on my kindle (damn you Amazon – enabling my impulse spending). Despite my love of all things Humphrey Bogart (it has been a lifelong devotion), the film that struck the biggest chord with me was The Perks of Being a Wallflower. A nice mixture that absolutely didn’t flow together but was fun to experience none the less. So I lay like a vegetable on my sofa and watched films all day: I Capture the Castle, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, To Have and Have Not, and Red. In other words, it was fated to be a movie day. I woke up and knew that I was not going to do a hell of a lot. Last weekend was one of those lazy weekends. I was curious about it, having heard about the book (shamefully, only after hearing about the film), and thought it sounded interesting. It was one of those books that she loved to reread and it had meant a great deal to her at a certain point in her life. In her handbag was Stephen Chbosky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

About six months ago I was talking to a friend about what we had been reading recently.

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