the perks of great books

I am currently reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower for my Intro to Young Adult Lit class. This is the second time I've read it. The first time, I devoured it whole in a single evening (right before my eye surgery, you may recall). I wanted to read it again shortly after that, but I was scared to, because I liked it so much that first time that I was worried another read-through would not have the same impression. I mean really, emotionally speaking, it hit me like a train. Books don't usually do that to me. So I was leery of reading it again.

Come to find out, I needn't have worried. I started it again last night, and it was just as good as I remembered. I had to make a concerted effort to actually put it down and go to sleep, because it was 4 AM and I was dead tired—if my eyes hadn't kept closing of their own accord, I probably would've read it all through in one sitting again. I'll almost certainly finish it tonight, or tomorrow at the latest, because once I pick it up again, I won't drop it until it's done. It's that good.

Of course, that's actually kind of a problem this time, because I have to write a critical response for class, meaning something a little more in-depth than just "OMG♥♥♥♥♥!!!!!" I'll probably end up reading it again before I have to write the response. And I can actually do that, because I'm almost three weeks ahead on the reading for that class. Now if only my other classes inspired such a work ethic.

Anyway. Go read this book. Seriously. Do it now.