Books...

Hey... I'm reading a new book called The Perks of Being a Wallflower. It is ah-mazing. I love it. It's this kid Charlie, and I'm not sure what's up with him, but he cries a lot. And it's during 1991, and he is writing letters to someone. The back of the book says this:

It is the story of what it's like to grow up in high school. More intimate than a diary, Charlie's letters are singular and unique, hilarious and devastating. We may not know where he lives. We may not know to whom he is writing. All we know is the world he shares. Caught between trying to live his life and trying to run from it puts him on a strange course through uncharted territory. The world of first dates, family dramas, and new friends. The world of sex, drugs, and The Rocky Horror Picture Show, where all you need is that perfect song on that perfect drive to feel infinite.

It's really good. -me