The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky I hated (and still hate) this book SO FREAKING MUCH that I went through the effort to block all posts on tumblr containing keywords relating to this little POS, so that I may hopefully never ever see it in my feed again. Please don't make me go into the details; I'm afraid that once I start I will never be able to stop enumerating everything that is wrong with this sad and flat, brain- and lifeless pitiful little attempt at a novel. Also, please nobody try to reason with me to convince me of the opposite, you won't succeed. Nevertheless, I strongly believe that the movie is a lot better (but honestly? It doesn't take much.)--not that I am in the least tempted to watch it (although almost 90% of the stuff I saw in the trailer wasn't even in the book, dialogue- and scene-wise, so there).My contempt for this thing is running so deep that just thinking about it makes me angry and I believe that anybody who truly loves this stinker and I will never become good friends, ever. Which seems to reduce the potentially compatible friend base to a manageable minimum, at least here on Goodreads. I just cannot seem to fathom what people (SO MANY OF THEM) find appealing about this novel. Every time anybody gushes oh-so-enthusiastically about the literary "value" and emotionally "touching" (macabre pun intended, ifyouknowwhatImean) nature of this sucker, it just makes me 1. question their intelligence, and 2. want to smash my head on my desk. Repeatedly. Yup, low tolerance for this one here.OH YEAH I FRIGGIN' HATED THE CATCHER IN THE RYE, TOO, so take that as you will. I guess I'm THAT kind of person./capslock-y rant