One summer, not so very many years ago, I sat down to read The Catcher in the Rye in the Greene County library. I had a lot of books and needed to weed out a couple before I could leave. I read the first couple of pages of The Catcher and did not like it. It was one of those books that I couldn't help but ask myself what was the big deal? The narrator was whiny and obnoxious and there was this big stack of other luscious books waiting to be taken home...why take The Catcher home?
I've never given it another chance, and I suppose I should, but it will have to wait. In the meantime, I hope J.D. Salinger finds some peace outside of this earth.