یادداشت ریحانه شهبازی

        As we went into the tunnel I didn’t hold up my arms like I was flying. I just let the wind rush over my face. And I started crying and smiling at the same time. Because I couldn’t help feeling just how much I loved my aunt Helen for buying me two presents. And how much I wanted the present I bought my mom for my birthday to be really special. And how much I wanted my sister and brother and Sam and Patrick and everyone else to be happy.
But mostly, I was crying because I was suddenly very aware of the fact that it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face. Not caring if I saw downtown. Not even thinking about it. Because I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite.

کتاب، روزمرگی‌های چارلی ۱۵ ساله رو روایت می‌کنه؛ روایتی که از طریق نامه‌های اون به یک دوست ناشناس شکل می‌گیره. دغدغه‌ها و احساسات چارلی انقدر صادقانه بیان می‌شن که مخاطب کاملاً همراه می‌شه و چالش‌ها رو درک می‌کنه. این‌ها کافی بود برای اینکه «مزایای منزوی بودن» رو دوست داشته باشم؛ چه برسه به اینکه کادوی تولد از طرف یک دوست باشه که خودش برام کتاب رو نوشته بود... :)