The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D.Salinger
Boy, did April get busy, man. And then May. It’s June already and I’ll be damned if I’ve forgotten to write up my feelings on my Classics Challenge reads.
I love this book. Still do love it. I forgot how compelling, though annoying, the protagonist Holden Caulfield is. I wanted to kick him in the shins, but then, hey, I forgot about it – kicking him would just be so phony! His ennui and deep-seated frustration reminded me of being a teenager, and I remember just how much I believed the whole world sucked when I was that age.
And then I went to parties and had fun. And then I got annoyed with adults. And then I read beautiful books. And then I found myself being lectured by adults on how to appreciate them properly. My teenage years were the best and the worst.
Read it, I promise you’ll get a bang out of it…