I still love this book for many, many reasons. Reading it five years after my first reading, reading this as an adult, creates an entirely different and yet eerily similar understanding of the novel. I can feel my younger self reading this for the first time; I can see what I missed the first time around, I feel the tug of my younger self slipping into reading the relationship between Sam and Charlie as romantic, and my complete absorption of Charlie's narrative without critically viewing this as a text, as a constructed piece of work.

As an adult (granted still not a grown up, because honestly when is that gonna happen), I see all the subtleties that Chbosky inserted into Charlie's letters--his voice, the foreshadowing, the allusions to other literary youths--I see it now. Maybe I'll pick this book up in another five years and find something else. Maybe my readings will be infinite.