I just finished watching ‘The Perks Of Being A Wallflower’ and I don’t know what to think except that this just really is the saddest and naivest and wisest and most beautiful book in the whole world. And I don’t know how much I like the movie – you can’t watch it and not compare it to the book and notice the one hundred ways in which it falls short and the many ways in which it deviates from the book – but it’s alright. It still is a really nice film, and I hope you watch it someday. But not before you read the book, because you need to read it to know that no movie can compare. Nor any other book. At least, I haven’t found any that do. Yet.
I have a lot to say but I know that I’ll ramble if I try to say any of it. And so I’ll say nothing and hope that you just read it someday. Soon.