I originally borrowed The Perks of Being a Wallflower, generally considered to be the official novel of Emo-Kids everywhere, from a friend out of a sense of irony. Like I would read it and laugh at all the emo-kids and their silly book about mix-tapes and breaking up.
It is very very very good. The kind of sad that can only make you feel happy to have experienced it, and the kind of weird that makes you sad because the book isn’t very long. It’s a kind of Catcher in the Rye but with more sincerity and less indignation.
It is 08:44 and i’ve been reading since 03:00 when I woke up. At the risk of blogging my sleep cycles, I will say that this is a book you should be reading regardless of how much sleep you’ve had. And that I will lend it to you once I get my copy in the mail.