Eh. A quick read, but one filled with stereotypes (ex: gay people go to Rocky Horror shows and have sex in the park), a bland and predictable story arc, and a stiff list of little tragedies pulled from a Lifetime movie and still make you feel nothing. Real issues printed onto cardboard. Abortion, rape, drugs, homosexuality, check, check, check, check, no emotional growth or repercussions. A third-rate Holden Caulfield who somehow manages to go from shy angelic purity to sex, drugs, and '90s rock-n-roll almost by magic. 
 Although the one saving grace of this book is near the end, where Sam, the idealized figure which our narrator impotently admires, tells him to stop being so passive, to do more than just listen. Perhaps this advice will serve for adolescence in general - get out of your pity parties of twee hormonal ignorance and passivity and try to do some real good instead of waiting and dreaming for an ideal and making mixtapes (who does that anymore?) The perks of this book, and being a wallflower in general, are greatly exaggerated.