My ability to devour a book in its entirety in one day is truly a gift sometimes. Albeit, I wish I was slower with some books to truly take in every sentence. However, i suppose not every sentence has meaning.
A few weeks ago, I was intent on watching The Perks of Being A Wallflower. This plan failed because of some very unfortunate events, and I choose to wallow in those instead of watching a boot-legged version that my friends and found on the internet. In the heat of the last few weeks, I forgot about the film. This was until I decided to check out a book club that was reading the perks of being a wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. Last night, before heading to the roller rink for some down time, I picked the book up from Barnes and Noble.
I AM SO GLAD I DID. Now, I am excited to see the film interpretation of the book. Yet, I am fully aware that it will not be the same.
For some reason, I have been dreaming about people I knew in high school lately. These are never particularly fond dreams, as I was an outcast, especially during my junior and senior years. Or maybe that was the first time I was able to be vocal about it. This book sheds light on some of those issues, and how high school can truly be formative years for the development of a person's personality. High school isn't as profound as college and the course material did not serve to make me an enlightened individual, college did that. But high school made me realize a lot about people and the social dynamic of people functioning in groups. I will carry those lessons with me forever.
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