The Perks of Being a Wallflower Summary
So what are the perks of being a wallflower? Seriously—we're asking.
|American Literature||All American Literature|
|Author||Chbosky - Stephen Chbosky|
|Humanities, Art, and Music||Bestsellers|
|Themes||Coming of Age|
Drugs and Alcohol
Literature and Writing
Honestly, high school is scary. Well, it’s not all bad. I do have two whole
friends and a really cool English teacher who gives me lots of extra books to read on
…so I guess he’s my friend, too.
Ok, I know being assigned more homework doesn’t sound all that nice…
…but I’m the kind of guy who likes to sit back and watch other people’s lives
…and books are the perfect way of doing that. People in books can’t get creeped
out when you keep staring at them from the corner of the room.
My two friends who aren’t middle-aged English teachers are Patrick and Sam.
Patrick is awesome. He’s also gay… which I found out is a really hard thing to be in
Even Patrick’s boyfriend hated him for it.
And Sam is…Sam is…
…ahem. Well, she’s just this girl.
WHOM I LOVE SO MUCH I MIGHT CRY.
Okay… I… did cry. A few times. At first when I told her I had a crush on
her she said I was too young, but she was really, really nice about it.
She was always so nice and pretty and loving and kind and…
So Patrick tried to help me find another girl. I got to go to a bunch of parties and one
time, everyone even did a toast to me.
Which I don’t even get, ‘cause all I did at those parties was watch other people make
out a lot. Then it turned out that there was this girl,
Mary Elizabeth, at those parties…and she wanted to make out …with me. We even went
Me. I went out. With a real girl. A nice one, too.
Except then at a party I got dared to kiss the prettiest girl in the room and I didn’t
kiss Mary Elizabeth.
You can guess who I kissed.
And then I had two girls who were very, very mad at me.
I think as a guy I’m supposed to get used to that.
So then I decided to get a different kind of girlfriend…
…well, she was small and green and her first name was Mary and her middle name wasn’t
She was nice I guess but I never liked her as much as Sam.
Eventually, Sam stopped being mad at me and she and her boyfriend got into a big fight
at one of the last parties of the year.
I was so “in.”
Except when Sam and I were kissing something felt weird, like there was a memory haunting
my body that I couldn’t recall until someone pressed against it…
…my aunt Helen. She was my favorite aunt. She had a really tough life and died in a
She used to let me watch TV with her.
Well, and I guess she did something else to me.
…and I’m still trying to figure out how to deal with that.
And that’s how, freshman year of high school, I ended up not only watching people and reading
a bunch of books, but also…
…falling in love, breaking someone’s heart, keeping someone’s sexuality secret, getting
drunk, becoming a total pothead, making out with a girl I really liked, and ending up
in the hospital.
Hey, not too bad for a wallflower.