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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Note:  I decided to have the literature page just be a list of must-reads, listens, etc.  Each item on the list will have its own post.  

THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER

This is a FANTASTIC novel.  By Stephen Chbosky, it's about a wonderful boy named Charlie.  Nothing to do with EDs, but a must-read for everyone nonetheless.

Some Favorite Quotes (some spoilers): 
"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."
"We accept the love we think we deserve."
"I feel infinite."
"I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked "good". Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair's right for the first time in your life? I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is."
"I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."
"Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I've been watching cable television and eating jello."
"But because things change. And friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody."
"Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
 he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
 because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
 and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
 because of its new paint
And the kids told him
 that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
 with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
 when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
 his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
 when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
 he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
 because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
 and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
 because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
 of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
 making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
 or even talked
And the girl around the corner
 wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
 but he kissed her anyway
 because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
 his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
 he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
 and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
 because this time he didn't think
 he could reach the kitchen."

I think that poem just about says it all.  This is a powerful, beautifully written, life-changing book.

3 comments:

  1. Love love fucking LOVE that poem.

    Thank you for bringing it's existence to light.

    xoxo

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  2. I have to say I LOOOOOOOVED this post! It was so beautiful! I've saved it so I can read back over it on days that need something beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing so much beauty with us! It was breath taking! Xxo

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  3. Oh. Oh my. Oh my god. That poem was...incredible. I don't even have words for that. THANK YOU for sharing that. Really.

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