Book reviews often use phrases like a real page-turner and a book you just can’t put down to describe particularly good reads. I haven’t really read any reviews of Stephen Chbosky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower but I assume they go something like that.
When I opened the office library’s copy of The Perks of Being a Wallflower a few hours ago, I had no intention of reading it in one go. I was supposed to read it over the weekend so I would have something to keep me busy. But lo and behold, I could not stop reading the moment I turned the first page! I did close the book every now and then but it was only to savor descriptions that were particularly good (e.g., the kind of green that doesn’t make a big deal about itself) and reflect on insights that were incredibly spot-on (e.g., we accept the love we think we deserve).
Because it was the end of a work week and it was way past my bedtime, my eyelids were starting to feel like lead when I was just a few pages into the book. But exhausted as I was, I just couldn’t bring myself to put the book down. Every time I told myself I would call it a night after reading a certain page, I would come across something that kept me from doing so. Before I knew it, I was already on the last page and I felt sad because I didn’t want it to end.
Now that I’m done reading, scenes from the book still play in my head. I guess that’s just how it is with awesome books: they stay with you.
So now I’m thinking about my own glory days. About the moments when I felt infinite. About the awesome books I’ve read and wonderful movies I’ve seen. About the myriad songs that make up the soundtrack of my life.
Then I think about mixed tapes and how nice it would be to make one, except that nobody uses cassette tapes anymore. Well, I guess I’ll have to settle for a playlist instead.