I have been meaning to read this book for four years, ever since my grade nine english teacher recommend it. It was never available at the library and last month I finally remember to look for it at the bookstore. I am so happy that I found it and a little sad that I didn't read it earlier. If you have not read this book please stop reading my silly blog and go read it. Go. Now. I'm not kidding. You can thank me later.
Charlie does not participate in life. He is an observer. He quietly watches everyone around him and thinks to much about life. The books is a composition of letters that Charlie writes to an unnamed unknown friend. I don't want to give too much away and I don't want to say too much. I believe it is one of those books you need to discover for yourself. In a way I am happy that I read it after finishing high school because I was able to look back. I don't think I would have taken as much from this book if I read it in grade nine. I was just too innocent then and not fully aware of the evils of the world (not that I really think am now... but I am more aware then I was). It is a book I believe I will read again and again, recommend to all my friends and continue to take something from it.
This blog post sums up a lot of what I am feeling. I randomly found it through google images after finding this photo.