I’m back to reading more of the classics, because I want, not because I’m being forced to for some high school class. I don’t know why, but I hated every single book I was forced to read for school. Now that I’m reading some of these “perfect high school reading material,” I feel like maybe I would have been slightly wrong about my hatred. Maybe it’s not trying to find every single little hidden meaning or being able to take my time. Mainly, for this one book, I would not have been able to keep up with whatever schedule my teacher would have decided. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger would have been one of my nightmare books.
Don’t get me wrong, it was a good book, and I enjoyed reading it. I’m usually not a fan of stream-of-consciousness writing, but I think it really works in this case. Instead of the thoroughly laid-out endeavors of a protagonist, we have the dirty ramblings of a teenage boy. I did have to put the book down a couple of times from the intense secondhand embarrassment. I feel that every page had the hair standing up from my neck, me constantly thinking, “Yeah, I can definitely see a teenage boy stupidly doing all of this if they had the time and money.” Cringe aside, it was a very intriguing read that kept me involved with the story and coming back to it. I enjoyed how the conscious stream altered over the course of the book. Don’t think someone who have taken this short amount of time to have the transformation held within, but who knows with teenagers. I could change my mind at the drop of a hat when I was our protagonist’s age. But, feel free to dive into the mind of a teenager again. I really hope that I won’t have to for a while longer.
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