I was over at C's house for the party I mentioned a while back, perusing his bookshelves. He was appalled that I had not read Franny and Zooey, or any Salinger, for that matter. So he sent me on my way with his old copy of this classic, and I am finally getting to it.
Can you believe I've made it this far into my life without reading a single work of his? I can't.
I hope it's better than The Catcher in the Rye!
ReplyDeleteA boss of mine many years ago had a son named Holden, but that's as close as I've come to Catcher. A good thing, perhaps?
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