I read this book because I hear it referenced so much and how important it was to American literature. It was a good read, but I am afraid I didn't resonate with it as much as others.
I thought this book was horrible! It was self-indulgent on the authors part, and quite frankly, it was boring. I understand now why killers have this book on hand when they commit their heinous acts - they can't believe they have wasted their time on such crap and must relieve their anger somehow!
Hated this when I read it in high school, loved it in college. The difference? Time, perspective, deep, scholarly discussions, and a greater understanding of Salinger's themes. The language I was able to easily overlook the second time, which was a barrier the first.
This is the only book read in English class that I haven't hated. This book has made me much more jaded, but I think I like that. Holden is really easy to identify with, and because of the book I really want to go to New York in the winter to see the ducks, or not see them...