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A review by mariamreadsalot
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
5.0
The Catcher in The Rye first struck me as a very desired book because it had been one of the best books that this century had beside The Great Gatsby and How to Kill a Mockingbird. Naturally, I seized this copy relentlessly upon finding it and it somehow was destiny that its price range was exactly under my possible finances that day. The cover and the back of the book had nothing to describe the book and I am an uneducated brat so I just got it and called it the mysterious book. My friend read it first, because she was so goddam curious about the< b> mysterious book so I let her; I had a couple on my hands and had to go through them before them anyway.
I started this hardly the last week, surely I might have gotten to finish it in a quicker pace if it wasn’t for school but again, I am glad I didn’t go through it in the speed of a bastard, probably ruining the entire reading experience.
I didn’t have many expectations because I caught my friend looking a tad disappointed in the book. So, I braced myself and tried to put it all behind me about classics. Just because millions others thought they were AMAZING, mind-blowing and great! doesn’t mean I have to build an air castle and simple blow it out when I end up getting disappointed.
Throughout the beginning I enjoyed Holden’s style of writing so much that I simply somehow forgot that this was his life he talked about and not a made up story (sure; the most part of that story’s parts are full of his lies,) but it struck me as sad about how he perceived all of those people around him. How easily he got into a fight with a roommate. I was shocked and slightly sad for him.
I found myself getting angry when he got so goddam depressed and realized that his usage of the words depression/depressed/depresses happened too often to overlook it as misusage of vocabulary.
I began to think, what if Holden was suffering from the great ole depression and no one knew? It made me feel very sad but also very angry.
The phonies in this book ticked me off, I am not known for being that obvious about my dislike about other people’s phoniness, I tend to ignore them and simply get on with my life, but the phonies in this book just struck me as stupid. I wanted to crush their bones and all that grotesque things you read about in Games of Thrones.
But there were moments where I realized I felt so goddam happy for Holden when he felt happiness.
I realize he must have had thousands of ideas of running away, live on a farm, build a cabin and live them till he’s thirty five because it’s easy for young people to think of running away from their problems. Holden’s biggest issue in my opinion was his not-fitting in, a pretty common emotion among people his age and my age (I’m 17).
It’s tricky, to find a footing in this life, to find a reason to hang on, to stay and simply be. Sometimes some of us choose to recoil into a cocoon of anti-social behavior and that probably works out right for them. Some of us choose to fight for their lives. I happen to be a fighter who had not belonged; I didn’t feel fitted-in among my phony friends. But, did I run away? Boy, I wanted to run and run hard and fast! I wanted to find real friends, people I could share my anger, my joy, my GREAT moments before I turn into a responsible adult and I DID! I found this bunch of friends.
I was glad with the ending of this book. It set things right. It spoke of a message to me, not to run away, and always seek out the help of your family. Holden struck me as a deserter type of guy but in the end, he stayed. He stayed for his sister if not for his own measurement of brain. I adored his family. The way Pheobe kills him at times. I enjoyed that a lot.
This book was a joy wholly. It grows on you, just like the grey hair infesting Holden’s head. I quite enjoyed his grey hair and his panicking moods about his health and his smoking habits and his horsing around—even at the wrong times—and his inability to move on from his own brother’s death. It spoke to me on levels beyond him being an annoying teen, but a soulful character. It was quite easy to admit things when reading this book. Admitting you’re not that happy, not that great, in a world that’s not that gorgeous. It was okay, because in the end you had to stick around for the better parts of life to start kicking in.
I started this hardly the last week, surely I might have gotten to finish it in a quicker pace if it wasn’t for school but again, I am glad I didn’t go through it in the speed of a bastard, probably ruining the entire reading experience.
I didn’t have many expectations because I caught my friend looking a tad disappointed in the book. So, I braced myself and tried to put it all behind me about classics. Just because millions others thought they were AMAZING, mind-blowing and great! doesn’t mean I have to build an air castle and simple blow it out when I end up getting disappointed.
Throughout the beginning I enjoyed Holden’s style of writing so much that I simply somehow forgot that this was his life he talked about and not a made up story (sure; the most part of that story’s parts are full of his lies,) but it struck me as sad about how he perceived all of those people around him. How easily he got into a fight with a roommate. I was shocked and slightly sad for him.
I found myself getting angry when he got so goddam depressed and realized that his usage of the words depression/depressed/depresses happened too often to overlook it as misusage of vocabulary.
I began to think, what if Holden was suffering from the great ole depression and no one knew? It made me feel very sad but also very angry.
The phonies in this book ticked me off, I am not known for being that obvious about my dislike about other people’s phoniness, I tend to ignore them and simply get on with my life, but the phonies in this book just struck me as stupid. I wanted to crush their bones and all that grotesque things you read about in Games of Thrones.
But there were moments where I realized I felt so goddam happy for Holden when he felt happiness.
I realize he must have had thousands of ideas of running away, live on a farm, build a cabin and live them till he’s thirty five because it’s easy for young people to think of running away from their problems. Holden’s biggest issue in my opinion was his not-fitting in, a pretty common emotion among people his age and my age (I’m 17).
It’s tricky, to find a footing in this life, to find a reason to hang on, to stay and simply be. Sometimes some of us choose to recoil into a cocoon of anti-social behavior and that probably works out right for them. Some of us choose to fight for their lives. I happen to be a fighter who had not belonged; I didn’t feel fitted-in among my phony friends. But, did I run away? Boy, I wanted to run and run hard and fast! I wanted to find real friends, people I could share my anger, my joy, my GREAT moments before I turn into a responsible adult and I DID! I found this bunch of friends.
I was glad with the ending of this book. It set things right. It spoke of a message to me, not to run away, and always seek out the help of your family. Holden struck me as a deserter type of guy but in the end, he stayed. He stayed for his sister if not for his own measurement of brain. I adored his family. The way Pheobe kills him at times. I enjoyed that a lot.
This book was a joy wholly. It grows on you, just like the grey hair infesting Holden’s head. I quite enjoyed his grey hair and his panicking moods about his health and his smoking habits and his horsing around—even at the wrong times—and his inability to move on from his own brother’s death. It spoke to me on levels beyond him being an annoying teen, but a soulful character. It was quite easy to admit things when reading this book. Admitting you’re not that happy, not that great, in a world that’s not that gorgeous. It was okay, because in the end you had to stick around for the better parts of life to start kicking in.