Hi, guys! I haven’t blogged in awhile, and I have run dry of inspiration for blog posts, so I thought I would post a book review. Here you go:
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Charlie is a freshman.
And while he’s not the biggest geek in the school, he is by no means popular. Shy, introspective, intelligent beyond his years yet socially awkward, he is a wallflower, caught between trying to live his life and trying to run from it.
Charlie is attempting to navigate his way through uncharted territory: the world of first dates and mix tapes, family dramas and new friends; the world of sex, drugs, and The Rocky Horror Picture Show, when all one requires is that perfect song on that perfect drive to feel infinite. But he can’t stay on the sideline forever. Standing on the fringes of life offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a deeply affecting coming-of-age story that will spirit you back to those wild and poignant roller-coaster days known as growing up.
Four words, my friend: Not worth the hype.
By no means am I saying that it was bad, because it wasn’t, but nor was it as good as I hoped it would be. And yes, Charlie was part of that reason. His narration drove me insane – so many choppy sentences, bland, vague descriptions (such as “he was very sad”, “she cried very hard”, ect …), and he was also oddly ignorant for a fifteen/sixteen year old. And that bothered me. He was hard to relate to, and by the end of the novel, I couldn’t care less what happened to him. After reading a few reviews of this book, I now realise that Charlie might have had some sort of mental/emotional disability (due to traumatic childhood events, which is fair enough), but that wasn’t clearly shown through the storyline enough, and for the most part, he just grated on my nerves. He wasn’t the most relatable of main characters, either, though setting the novel out in the way of letters was a pretty cool idea.
The bottom line of this book was that I didn’t feel anything. By the end of it my patience for all the character had worn thin, and there wasn’t anything special about the storyline, characters, or plot.
This book, unfortunately, just wasn’t for me.