I just found out that J.D. Salinger died. This is slightly old news, I know. Lately I haven't been as web-explorative as usual. It seems awful cliche as an adolescent to write about the profoundness of Catcher in the Rye, so I'll keep it brief. I remember the night I stayed up and read it whole, and I remember how ironically un-alone I felt after reading it. I don't like it when people make fun of the book. I understand that there's this constant reoccurring theme that says: Life Sucks, but who can't relate to a little teenage turmoil every now and then? I wrote this in my notebook this past summer haha:
Whenever I wander central park I like to pretend I'm Holden Caulfield, walking familiar streets and narrating a senseless and sulky life.
http://www.newsweek.com/id/232740/page/1 I have the 1991 print! Which one do you have?? I remember buying this copy because it was the cheapest one at the bookstore.
So, J.D. Salinger, your short stories are weird, but thank you by and bye for Catcher in the Rye. I wish I could hug you. I don't really know what "by and bye" means, but it sounds alright in this context.
