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Saturday, 4 May 2013

The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky

This is one of those times where I was introduced to the book by a movie trailer...stumbled across the book in one of my bookshop crawls and bought it, read it, have yet to actually see said movie version and the other night when DB saw it on the T-Box movie list, actually suggested he NOT download it that night on account of him looking, at that point for something light - and having read the book...this is not light material, and the movie trailer is somewhat misleading...
Let me start by saying that I really loved this book. There was much about it that was quite unexpected. I wasn't expecting it to be in epistolary style...and even that had a twist because the letters - although written as letters - are more like a diary. This reminded me of John Marsden's Letters from the Inside - and that sense became stronger the further I read. There are some quite clear parallels between the two books.

The inner lives of teenagers are providing much fodder for writers, particularly teens who are on the perimeters of teen society. In this case the protagonist, Charlie, is something of an anomaly - the things that make him 'different' only become obvious by degrees through the story. He suffers quietly, an exceptionally bright student with social issues...this is the first indication that there's something a little different about him. Then his lack of friends among his peers...and being picked up by an older crowd at school. And then comes his relationship with two individuals in particular - a brother and sister who are not, in fact, actual brother and sister - being steps an a blended family... He falls desperately in love with Sam but because she is pretty, older, and popular, never dreams that she could think of him that way and, as it happens, in a conversation at one point during their friendship, she suggests that he shouldn't feel tat way about her. Charlie has a teacher who has great faith in him - seeing beyond the issues and social ineptitude, feeding him an extended literature course to try and broaden his exposure to life via a, perhaps, gentler means than simply throwing ihim out in amongst people - which is how school works of course...and which Charlie avoids.

Then there is Charlie's family. They're a pretty regular, apple pie kind of American family - on the surface. Mom, Dad, three kids, nice house, etc... Charlie's the youngest. He gets on well with his older brother - who is leaving for college. He's convinced his sister hates him - his sister is at the age where being different is totally toxic so she is hugely challenged by Charlie and is constantly on the attack - while at the same time, desperately needing an ally against The Parents within the household and Charlie is her default ally... His parents struggle to deal with him - don't really get his brilliance because they're more preoccupied with the things about him that make him odd. There is mysterious Aunt Helen - who is at once fairy godmother and black sheep, but no one really knows why...the kids, at least.... Family gatherings with the extended family on both sides are fraught in different ways. There is always a sense of secrets being kept.

Charlie goes through many of the typical teen rites of passage in the course of the book, albeit with significant twists. There is always something a little unexpected and it's always a little - sometimes more than a little - dark and twisted. This is not light reading. It's a teen novel, but it's not a pretty story really. There are redemptive moments, but if you're going to read it, be prepared to find yourself having quite disturbed moments. Seventeen has read this one, and agreed with my assessment when we had a brief conversation about it.

It is very well written and I really didn't want to put it down. at a bit over 200 pages of smallish font, it was a fairly quick read. Engaging, surprising, and left me thinking. Recommended.

Must get around to checking out the movie adaptation...

Friday, 3 May 2013

And a little more bookcase porn....

The possibilities of dedicated reading spots are just endless... The Artist just posted this pic on Facebook for me:
Part bunk beds (on steroids!), part cubby house, part ultimate hideaway, a whimsical, fantasy construction...! It's quite amazing, isn't it? You would need a very large room to make this work. I think - if I'm honest - what I really want is a room, a whole room, to fit out as a library, with bookshelves to the ceiling and a ladder to reach the high ones, a cosy couch and a couple of deep armchairs, cushions, rugs, a window overlooking something lovely in the way of a view...

...sigh...

Thursday, 2 May 2013

The great book pile up

Hello people! I have succumbed to the great contemporary curse of being 'too busy'. There was an article not so long ago in our local paper all about this that made some telling points about just what that busy-ness really is and how much of it we might legitimately be able to let go. I'm working on that...

Meantime, the books are piling up. I have a work-at-home day ahead of me, so have committed the ultimate work-at-home no-no by getting onto the computer still in pjs (no pics of THAT will be coming to you via this platform!) and getting started before it all looks too overwhelming. But as part of my general run around to clear the decks before I started I sorted the books that were everywhere. DB was heard to mutter last night dark things about living with someone who leaves books lying around all over the house...personally, as a decorative item, I think they have to come higher on the list than teenage gym shoes, sundry electronic cables, various backpacks that lurk with the express purpose of engineering broken necks, and any number of other items waiting to be put away, but there you go! The photo below - taken before the stack was sorted into its respective piles - is the current backlog waiting for attention here before being shelved.
This stack does not include the books I read but didn't feel moved to write about. The three at the right hand end are the to-be-reads; the next three are the reading in progress; the rest...ouchies....are those waiting for blog posts... Clearly, I need to get less busy with other things so I can get more busy with my blog! Equally clearly, I need more bookcase space, because there is a much larger stack on the floor next to one of the other bookcases and there's no space for them on the shelves.

I have 3,000-3,500 words to write today for a freelance assignment that isn't yet started, so that's it for now as far as blogging is concerned today. But, I will leave you - this is an idea from Arabella over at The Genteel Arsenal - with a quote from one of the current reads, The Winter of our Disconnect by Susan Maushart:
In my day, if you wanted to play violent interactive games, watch inappropriate content and converse with dodgy strangers, you had to wait for a family reunion.
Intrigued? Watch this space....