Finding words to describe this book isn’t easy. At some point, I wished I had read it earlier. However, I think reading it now was the right thing. Sometimes stories find you when you least expect it and I am glad that I finally got to it.
I could talk on end how I love that this book was written in letters to someone anonymous, who Charlie calls a friend. I could write how important it is that Charlie has someone to talk about it all. How being a wallflower can be rough without ever realising it until the end. 
But I don’t want to talk about all these things. I just want to say that I loved the book.