book thingie

As you've noticed, I've just had two recent posts about a book I decided to read. I want to say that it's kind of a uniquely written book. It was delivered like the character was actually speaking to me. As I was reading, I just realized that he was talking about everything that comes to his mind, and it doesn't seem to mess the entire page of things he was supposed to say. He writes the way he thinks or speak, and I guess that's how we all do. We tell a story about something and for some reason it branches out to another story, and it goes on and on.


I got tied on his second to the last letter. So I spent a night thinking about what has happened to him. It's crazy how I was just literally cut reading when he was saying goodbye. Much to my surprise, the next letter was his last. And he was well.

I learned that we couldn't let our past loom over us. That we should keep moving forward and live. We will always learn things from different kinds of people. We make mistakes and we learn from them too. It is important that we always be true to what we are. Real friends will never leave you whatever happens and they are the ones that makes beautiful memories. We should be grateful with what we have. Our family may put us down sometimes but they will never leave us at our hardest moments. The lessons and realizations from this book may never end.

Books are one of the best things created. This one made me laugh and cry and get goosebumps. It feels sad but happy in most parts. It makes you sigh and agree to the infinite line of thoughts, wonder and wander why he thinks like he thinks. :)

the perks of being a wallflower

I'm sorry, but I have to stop this letter now. 

But first, I want to thank you for being one of those people who listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with people even though you could have. I really mean it, and I'm sorry I've put you through this when you don't even know who I am, and we've never met in person, and I can't tell you who I am because I promised to keep all those little secrets. I just don't want you to think that I picked your name out of the phone book. It would kill me if you thought that. So, please believe me when I tell you that I felt terrible after Michael died, and I saw a girl in class, who didn't notice me, and she talked all about you to a friend of hers. And even though I didn't know you, I felt like I did because you sounded like such a good person. The kind of person who wouldn't mind receiving letters from a kid. The kind of person who would understand how they were better than a diary because there is communion and a diary can be found. I just don't want you to worry about me, or think that you've met me, or waste your time anymore. I'm so sorry that I wasted your time because you really do mean a lot to me and I hope you have a very nice life because I really think you deserve it. I really do. I hope you do, too. Okay, then. Goodbye.

Love always,

Charlie

side note: I just started reading this last night. I have no idea what page I’ve been or how long this will go since I copied this on the internet and wasn’t able to reach the end. I can’t believe this has happened. I was cut right on the part of the book where Charlie’s last words were goodbye. And I screamed. His goodbye might mean a lot of things. For some reason, I think like Charlie. He thinks a lot like I do. Weird how I always had moments of sitting alone thinking of my existence, why things kept happening, what people are doing, and what they are thinking. What I do is watch what I could see, observe things, watch details, listen and feel. I can’t talk much because it necessitates careful filtering of words. Words are best ways to express yourself. Spoken words are harsh when it comes out wrong at a wrong time. For some time, I’ve settled in writing words where few gets to read, and think. This is a habit I can’t seem to get rid off. Now I can’t tell what has happened to Charlie or what his dreams meant to him. Come theories flooding in my head and I can’t prove them without reading the entire thing. I need the entire thing right now! But I can’t because I had no internet. Frustrations come from being caught in a book and getting hanged in mid-air Charlie.

December 26, 2011 10:54 PM

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