YOU GUYS, WHY IS IT NOT SEPTEMBER YET?!

(Also, my previous sentiment is strictly for the purpose of hyperbole—I don’t actually want summer to vanish into the black hole of times gone by. Honestly, it’s already doing a pretty good job of disappearing all on its own, no warp speed or magic involved.)

(Still, I just want to be able to walk into a theater and watch this movie right-now-this-minute.)

I know, I know—books-to-movies can sometimes (often) be disasters. But you guys, I’m just so unbelievably hopeful for this one, for the simple reason that this trailer feels almost exactly like the book.

I mean sure, we could make the case that no film will ever truly capture the intimate, understated rendering of a story told entirely in letters, or that Logan Lerman is just too unrelentingly pretty to play Charlie, but whatever. I don’t care.

I know that The Perks of Being a Wallflower will never be for everyone—no book is ever for everyone—but it probably surprises no one that it’s on my list of favorites.

Even though I was fairly detached and thinky as a teenager and didn’t really have a lot in common with Charlie, who is a big emotional softy and really damaged and mostly just wants to bundle up all the love and compassion inside him and share it with the world, I still felt like it was a book that had been written with me specifically in mind. It still resonated with me on a very personal level, because above all, Charlie is a collector, just like I was (am) a collector. He watches things as they happen, and he writes them down and he knows his friends really well—sometimes better than they know themselves—and he’s just so observant and so self-aware … and he has no idea what to do with any of it.

And this is why even though time is scarce and precious, and even though I have lots to do between now and then, I’m still counting down the days until September.

Now, who’s with me?

(P.S. Also, remember to go enter my contest for a finished copy of The Curiosities, which should be hitting stores next month.)