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March 30, 2013

Dear friend,

Do you recognize the format from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky? Obviously, I’m referring to the book, though Chbosky directed the film adaptation as well. Admittedly, I don’t think the film is any good at all since what is interesting about The Perks of Being a Wallflower isn’t what happens to Charlie, but the way Charlie perceives what happens to him. Hence, what intrigued me about Charlie weren’t the things he wrote about in his letters to the stranger, the unknown “Dear friend”, but the way he wrote them, since the writing seemed to reflect his mind. 
  In the beginning, everything he wrote was very simple. Short sentences. Thus, it made me think that Charlie was sort of naïve, you know, someone with a simple mind. Eventually, I came to realize that it wasn’t so. On the contrary, I figured that Charlie had a really complicated mind - the kind of mind that won’t rest or stop spinning. Not even for the tiniest second. Consequently, I concluded that Charlie needed all the dots to keep track on his thoughts and order them up nicely, so that they wouldn’t run away with him. However, his style of writing and his vocabulary did develop eventually. I think it had to do with all the books he read. I mean, the books his teacher in advanced English class gave him because he thought Charlie was smart and special. Undoubtedly, Charlie learned from those books. Not only about writing, but also about life.
   The first book Charlie read was To Kill a Mockingbird. It seemed to mean a lot to him although I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe, it is because I didn’t get all the intertextual references though I’m sure that they were there somewhere. However, I have a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird on my own shelf, but I wonder if anyone will ever give me his own personal copy, just like Charlie gave Sam his copy because he loved her. So, I wonder if I will ever be loved by someone who loves books too or if I will be mistaken for someone with a simple mind when really my mind is quite complicated and wonderful and fantastic and intriguing and somehow difficult to grasp since it definitely is the kind of mind which runs wild if it doesn’t use dots.

Love always,