Первая книга, которую я читаю на английском взахлёб. Давно такого не бывало, чтобы книга затрагивала и затягивала в себя настолько сильно. Даже хочется внести сюда несколько цитат. К сожалению, мозгов у меня не хватает перевести даже название, поэтому всё перепечатываю на английском. Книга называется "Perks of being a wallflower".

"Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it's no excuse."
А тут целая поэма:
" Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was 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 alot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine singed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's 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 on the kitchen door
because of it's new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And he 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 father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him at 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 an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissedher
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 it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't htink
he could reach the kitchen"


"She said I was the most sensitive boy she'd ever met, which I didn't understand because really all I did was not interrupt her."


"... but they really had fun being cynical and I didn't want to ruin it."

"She also said that people who try to control situations all the time are afraid of that if they don't, nothing will work out the way they want."