Sometimes you have to read an old book to see how much you’ve grown. I read The Perks of Being a Wallflower in seventh grade, the start of my depression. That was more than ten years ago. Gosh I’m getting old. And I’m only 23. Some lines I finally understood. Some I probably won’t for another ten years. Some didn’t hit as hard as ten years ago. Some hit even harder. My favorite book ever is Okay For Now by Gary D. Schmidt. I’ve never cried harder from a book. And it’s not supposed to be sad. I also read that when I was in seventh grade. Though I fear it probably won’t be my favorite book in a couple of years, because that side of me is becoming a distant memory – that depressed, angsty preteen. Until then, I’ll enjoy reading some of my favorite books from then.
This line hit hard from The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. “The Perks of Being a Wall Flower by Stephen Chbosky