It was my third day in Londen (in september 2012) when I walked into a bookshop and saw a book that I wanted to read just because I liked the cover so much. Its titel was The perks of being a wallflower, written by Stephen Chbosky, a man I had never heard of before. The back cover told me it was some kind of coming-of-age story about a boy named Charlie, who is afraid to start highschool because he hasn’t got any friends and isn’t really the popular kid. If the story turned out to be bad, at least I had the cover to look at.

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