I read a book today that I didn’t think would affect me as much as it did.

My sister has been bugging me for a week or to read The Perks of Being a Wallflower, by Stephen Chobosky. She gave it to me earlier in the month, after she had read it, borrowing it from a classmate.

Wow is all I can say about this book. It’s about the Freshman year of someone who is different, someone who (I believe) everyone can relate to in one or another. The story is told through letters the narrator Charlie has written to this anonymous person, who he has never met.

The whole time I was reading it, I was thinking “I know how that is. Oh, I’ve lived through that. Yep, that happened to me.” It is such a heart wrenching account of a year in this guy’s life where he has to deal with his best friend commiting suicide, his friends from junior high not speaking to him, and dealing with trying to “participate” in life and not just sit on the sidelines.

I would definitely recomend this book to anyone who has ever felt like they were on the outside looking in, like they are the only one who feels the way they do. It’s just so hard to explain why this book is so good.

Ugh, just read the damn thing. It’s so short, you could probably finish it at the book store (and if you didn’t, there’s no way you would be able to leave it behind.)

And I really have not done any amount of justice to how good this book is. If you’ve got a chance, pick it up.

- “Am I Missing,” A Mark, a Mission, a Brand, a Scar: Dashboard Confessional