THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER

Wunderbares Buch!

Tolle Geschichte und wirklich gut erzählt :).

„The perks of being a Wallflower“  ist mein fünftes Buch – von den zehn aus meiner Fastenzeit.

Ich kann es allen weiterempfehlen, die selbst während der Schulzeit nicht in das Konzept eines Schülers gepasst haben – ihren Weg jedoch gefunden haben.

All jenen die nicht der hippen Schülergruppe angehört haben.

All jenen, die sich gerne viele Gedanken machen und sich zu den Träumern unserer Gesellschaft zählen und die genau damit zufrieden sind!

In diesem Roman geht es um Freundschaften – innerhalb und außerhalb der Familie – um Liebe und ihr auf unterschiedlichste Arten Ausdruck zu verleihen. Es handelt von einem Burschen, der gerne für sich ist, gerne liest, gerne denkt und weiß, dass er anders ist.

Ich persönlich habe das Ende nicht kommen sehen, jedoch fand ich es wunderbar erzählt und durchwegs spannend – auch wenn ich schon länger nicht mehr in der „High School“ bin konnt ich mich in jeden Charakter dieses Buches hineinversetzen – den Lehrer, die Mutter, den Vater, die Schwester, den Bruder, die Freunde und Charlie selbst.

Hier ein Gedicht aus dem Roman und später noch ein paar Passagen um ein Gefühl für das Buch und den Schreibstil zu bekommen.

Beim Gedicht handelt es sich um ein Weihnachtsgeschenk (es wurde gewichtelt), dass Charlie seinem Freund schenkt und gleich vor der gesamten „Wichtel-Mannschaft“ vorliest:

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem

And he called it „Chops“
because that was the name of his dog

And that’s what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of Xs
and he had to ask his father what the Xs meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem

And he called it „Autumn“
because that was the name of the season

And that’s what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint

And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why
his mother and fahter kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem

And he called it „Innocence: A Question“
because that was the question about his girl

And that’s what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look

And his mtoher nver hung it ont he kitchen door
because he nver showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end
of Apostle’s Creed went

And caught his sister
making out on the back porch

And his mother and fahter never kissed
or even talked

And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup

That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem

And he called it „Absolutely Nothing“

Because that’s what is was really all about

And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.

And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing “unity”.

I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.

So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

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