A fifteen-year-old boy only just becoming aware of the joys of masturbation? That I don’t buy.
This book had been around long before I had a chance to read it—there’s already been a movie made, for God’s sake! I am usually pretty slow to jump on bandwagons (I still haven’t read Harry Potter and probably never will) and honestly, the only reason I picked this up after all these years is because it was nominated as a buddy read. I had been—until now — rather disinterested: I lived through high school as a so-called geek—I didn’t need to read about it.Continue reading “the perks of being a wallflower”