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Wallflowers and other kids.A few months ago, I heard that they were making the novel The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I had heard of the book before, but had never read it, so one day I decided to, in my college’s bookstore. I must have read it in two or three hours. And after I finished it, I was an emotional wreck. There was a heaviness in my chest that I couldn’t get rid of and tears that threatened to roll down my face and this indescribable pain. The kind of pain that you get when you read or hear something that strips away everything you’ve built up to protect yourself and leaves you raw and red.It wasn’t the first time that something like this had happened. I watched the movie at a screening earlier this week, no more than 100 feet or so away from where I had originally read it. And it was great. I sang along to nearly every song in the background, laughed at the witty quips on screen, and made comments. And I was fine, until about five minutes later, when I was driving down the interstate after 10pm. Perks made me think about things that come up every once in a while. To start, why do some books affect us so deeply when others fail to make us blink? Primarily, I think it’s because in all of those stories that make us feel, there is something that we can identify with. There is a character, or a scene, or a quote that just speaks to us and it let’s you know that you’re not alone. That someone understands, even if they have not and never will encounter you. This conclusion that I came to scares me, for good reason. For as long as I remember, the books that really spoke to me were the ones that were about ‘kids with issues’. The ones like Dirty Liar byBrian James,Define Normal by Julie Anne Peters, You Don’t Know Me by David Klass, and so on. I’d cry because to some level I felt like these fictional people, though in comparison, my life was much better. I hadn’t been sexually abused, physically abused, or had to sacrifice in the face of extreme poverty. But I had pain of my own, emotional pain that was not necessarily dealt with in the best of ways. I even had a spell of depression once, and reoccurring periods of apathy. No one knew about this, I didn’t actually care for people to know about it.Now, whenever I read books like this it makes me think about things that have happened in the past and evaluate whether I have improved or dealt with my personal problems. It also makes me wonder how my life would have been had certain events not happened to help me change. Would I be like Charlie or Benji at the beginning of the novel? So this has been just a very long and rambly post. Books make you feel sometimes, and when they do, it’s a good idea to reflect on why. Even when the reasons aren’t that positive. Also, I’m tired of hearing those same two quotes being thrown around. You know the two. |
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