When was the last time you felt infinite?

So I read another book and had to yap about it. 

The Perks of Being a Wallflower isn’t about the loudest person in the room. It’s about the one sitting quietly in the corner, absorbing everything. The person who loves deeply but doesn’t always know how to show it. The one who watches life unfold and hopes deeply and quietly to one day feel a part of it. Charlie is a character you don’t just read. You feel him. He’s awkward, kind, unsure. He writes to make sense of his world, to process things most people wouldn’t dare to say out loud. He’s not trying to win anything. He’s just trying to survive it. And in that attempt, he gives us something honest. 

This book doesn’t dress up its pain. It sits in it. It allows sadness, confusion, and numbness to exist without trying to quickly resolve them. That’s what makes it hit so hard. The trauma Charlie carries isn't wrapped in a big reveal. It's scattered through small moments memories he doesn’t fully understand until they resurface and split him open. That’s how pain works. And the book honors that. But the"perks" are not just about darkness. It’s also about being seen. It’s about that moment when someone plays you the right song or invites you into their messy, beautiful world without asking you to change first. It’s about firsts first friends, first love, first real heartbreak and how all of it shapes you. Stephen Chbosky captures what it means to be in the in-between. Not quite a child, not quite an adult. Not quite broken, but not quite whole either. And the way Charlie moves through that hesitant but hopeful is what makes this story linger. There’s nothing loud about this book. It whispers. But if you’re listening, you’ll hear everything you needed to hear. And maybe for the first time, you’ll understand that being quiet doesn’t mean you don’t matter. That feeling everything too deeply isn’t something to be ashamed of. That being a wallflower isn’t a weakness it’s a kind of strength.You don’t finish The Perks of Being a Wallflower with answers. You finish it with the kind of ache that only comes from being understood.