Stephen Chbosky
The story of a troubled freshman in high school. All his friends are seniors, and outside of his friends and family the only relation he holds is one with his english teacher, who assigns him special readings.
Wow, I really don’t have enough to say about this book. It was a marvelous read, I just finished it minutes ago. I breezed through it in about two and a half hours with just a bathroom break. It’s the first novel I’ve read in awhile, and I forget now what I haven’t been reading any fiction. It’s just so hard to choose a fiction book – there’s so much and I don’t really have any relation to it as much as I do on say, books about architecture or something more concrete.
I think it’s interesting how Chbosky comes to define being a wallflower as someone who thinks only of others – never able to assert themselves. How can you ever really participate in something if all you want is for everyone else to have what they want?
I don’t want to spoil the book but I think I should draw some sort of conclusion, and don’t know what it should be. Maybe if I keep writing it will come to me… nope. Too bad.