The perks of being a wallflower.

Rather the perks of being ill meant I was able to trundle through this novel by Stephen Chbosky this morning in my bed ridden state. I was mid way through another book called the collected Dorothy Parker and as much as like Dorothy Parker I needed a little break. So this book is written as a series of letters from a 15 year old called charlie to some unknown person. Essentially then Charlie is the narrator of the story and is a very bright, likeable character who see's the world in his own way. He isn't normal in the traditional sense of normal. The charlie that narrates is inconsistent with the charlie you'd imagine if you only knew the situations and events that happen in the course of the book. He seems younger (and by younger I mean about 8 years old as opposed to 15) in his letters, his level of naivety doesn't match that of an adolescent by even the greatest stretch of the imagination. The quantity of issues dealt with in the book is also rather vast, almost disproportionate to it's length and henceforth none are dealt with any great depth. Saying all of that I really enjoyed this book, if you just go along with it and don't pay any great attention to the nagging feeling that things don't all fit it's actually very good. Some of it is massively sad too and there are quite a few tear jerker moments. Essentially then it's kind of like watching Stepmom or The Notebook or a generic Jennifer Aniston film, a thoroughly enjoyable way to spend a couple of hours but it's probably not going to win any awards. It's compared to the catcher in the rye and other 'coming of age stories' and I genuinely liked it more than J.D Salingers novel (controversial I know but i'm not Holden Caulfields biggest fan) but I doubt it'll leave the same impression on me.

Alex

Until I lived alone I loved thrillers and horror films. Now if I watch them I end up convincing myself there's some unscrupulous character in my house and I have to sleep on my sofa (my sofa is not massive, it's actually really quite small so this is uncomfortable). But I can still manage to read thrillers without these irrational fears taking over, also I generally read in bed so it's ok if I get a little scared as obviously a quilt cover is the only deterrent a girl needs against a murderer, that and sleep. So why i'm I whittling on? well, the most recent book i've read is called Alex by Pierre Lemaitre. And it is an entirely thrilling thriller. I couldn't put it down. It reminded me a lot of the girl with the dragon tattoo, the eponymous character Alex is a little Lisbeth Salander-esque but that is all i'm saying. The novel has plenty of twists and i'm sure even the briefest of synopsis' would contain spoilers. Vaguely then it's set in Paris (originally written in French happily there are not the issues when reading books originally written in Russian as the character names are much easier to pronounce and differentiate from one another) and opens on quite the violent kidnapping of Alex. Camille a very short detective with a few issues is trying to find her. From that point on this book turns into many different books, your sympathies change constantly nothing is straightforward and you're never sure who to root for. Until the end. But because you'll not be able to put the book down it won't take too long to get to the conclusion. It's a terrific read, if you liked the girl with the dragon tattoo I more or less guarantee you'll like this too. Also bargain fans you can pick it up for £2.99 in sainsburys although if you're in my vicinity i'll lend it to you anyway. For a summer thriller to keep you occupied on the beach or (more likely) a rainy afternoon you could do an awful lot worse than this.

Sharp Objects

Gillian Flynn is kind of the it girl of thrillers at the minute, or rather that's the impression I get from my (far too) frequent trips to Waterstones, with their mildly abundant displays of her books, not that she has written many, just the three. I've therefore read 66% of her novels and have enjoyed in the vicinity of 100%. This one left me with an overwhelming sense of unease. Camille is a journalist sent back to her childhood home to report on a couple of murders that had recently occurred there. Staying with a mother who is Disney-witch level of twisted, a stepdad Alan and a precocious 13 year old half sister Amma (who is a little bit nasty in every sense of the word) in the house she grew up in, with the memory of a dead little sister Marian lingering in her head she's a fair amount to contend with, never mind trying to figure out who killed Natalie and Ann, the two school girls found with their teeth removed. She's also a bit damaged to start with, and by a bit I mean a lot. I don't tend to go for gruesome in books but this is not that, it's dark and it's twisty, the characters are complex and Flynn has a knack for writing female characters and protagonists that no one else does. They're not your usual likeable mundane boy chasing girls you usually find in novels (well thrillers especially). It also has quite easily the most unhealthy mother daughter relationship I have read. In saying that it's not as good as Gone Girl so if you can only read one Gillian Flynn book make it that one but this is definitely worth a read too. It trundles along nicely, it's close to believable, you'll want to find out what happens so it ticks the thrilling box and I loved the characters even though I didn't much like them. Waterstones are right.