At some point I'm going to have to stop saying I don't like epistolary novels because as much as I really, really, don't like the format, as much as I fight against the distance that separates me from the characters, as much as I hate that last page when they stop writing to me and walk out into their lives away from my view, I keep falling in love. I did not expect THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER. I didn't expect Charlie's voice or his mix of ferocity and kindness, I didn't expect his family or his friends or his loves. I fell in love with them all and on that last page, I couldn't stop being in love. I worry about Charlie. I want to know how his sophomore year went, I want to know if his brother went pro, I want to know if he ever loved someone enough to reach out and tell them he needed them... more so than he reached out ever day, in so many small ways, without anyone noticing at all.