My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I got intrigued by this book for a sole reason: the title. I thought it was fascinating, catchy and unconventional and so my expectations were at the forefront.I delved into it with the intention of being blown away but I was disappointed.
Written in an epistolary format which I applaud but got uninteresting after a while, Stephen Chbosky tells a story of a shy,socially awkward and seemingly intelligent but naive and slow teen Charlie who navigates through life searching for meaning. From family to friends to books, plays and whatnot with his high school, family and social life as the plot. It’s more or less a story about growing up/coming-of-age and all the frivolities attached. Sadly I can’t relate to it even in the remotest way.
I thought it was slow, boring, repetitive and juvenile. I haven’t read so many young adult novels and so I can’t really generalize but if this is a trend of some sorts, the genre clearly isn’t for me.
Other than that, the narratives were commendable. I loved the fact that the epistolary didn’t totally ruin the writing style. The language was straightforward,easy to understand and quite profound. I thought the dialogue between the characters was good. Charlie’s honesty was quite deep and impressive. Overall, some aspects felt grossly exaggerated and unbelievable. The turn-out was a bit confusing.The author sort of left me hanging at some point then again maybe that was his intention.
I’m sorry but by my personal taste standards and opinions, this book is below par. To be honest,it was just an okay book and I’m glad the hype didn’t get to me else, I would have flipped.
Notwithstanding there are some favorite quotes-
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be
I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.
There’s nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons
I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other
It’s just that I don’t want to be somebody’s crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.
It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book
I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be
Try to be a filter, not a sponge
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
It’s just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can’t do anything except ‘be there.’ I just want to make him stop hurting, but I can’t. So I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world
Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that’s all you can ever ask from a friend
I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me
What about when someone doesn’t need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?
If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out
It’s like when you’re excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you’re happy, too