I got some cleaning done today, but I did find time to finish The Catcher in the Rye this afternoon. Somehow I’ve made to my mid-30’s without ever reading it. I’m not sure what to think about it. I’ve read weirder books, but they usually had some sort of plot. I’m not sure what the point of this book is or why it’s such a classic. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it, either. I didn’t consider it a waste of time; it wasn’t that bad. But I don’t feel like I’ve been missing out all these years by not reading it, either.
I do have a favorite line: “I cut going there entirely, gradually.”
I’m usually a lot wordier when I’m writing about a book, but I just have nothing to say about this one.