Under epistolary form, the narrator tells the story of his short (and young) life. These letters, Charlie the address to an anonymous, never named, never really described. Therefore, a kind doralité sinstalle from the first page. At first it is a bit disturbing, since quite familiar and sometimes childish style slows playback. Yet we shabitue, taste Quench, we appreciate that Charlie speaks to us, anonymous friend (s) without pretension, which ultimately DONT ask. The character matures, grows, is gradually becoming man. From its 15 years, he discovers life, girls, high school
An account of experience so. But also a memory story: Charlie tells us (sometimes confusingly) the many memories that return. We read them with delight, gradually reforming puzzle specious past Charlie. Leffroi, joy, fear, the whole range of emotions is traced more or less brilliant, but always with a touching sincerity and a good dose of humor.
In short, a good novel that reads very quickly, very easily, very thirsty. The end is to live up to our expectations, so terrible as it is, we lacceptons we almost lattendions