I was on a YA high when I decided to give this book another chance. Although it hits a little too close to home, I have to admit Daniel Handler’s Why We Broke Up perfectly illustrates the overthinking and mild psychosis as each relationship ends, whether it was just a budding romance or dinner-party-planning-a-month-ahead kind of thing.
I felt compelled to use the ampersand more than anything else, because Eleanor & Park, you know.
I haven’t been so struck by YA literature since I last read John Green’s Looking for Alaska, but Rainbow Rowell knew what she was writing about when she imagined a red-haired wonder and an Asian-Irish boy in high school.
I read this book early this year and it has rekindled my love for young adult stories. I know I seem to old for it, but I don’t really give a flying F.
Marga repeatedly told me that it was depressing, but for some reason, I found it comforting. Maybe because it’s a good indication that I’m just among the many troubled minds out there, and just like them, I too seek clarity.
Here’s the official trailer of The Perks of Being a Wallflower:
Tell me you’re excited too! :)
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