My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I’m really not sure how I managed to live almost half a century without reading this classic. But, I’m glad I finally gave it my time and not just to say “Catcher in the Rye, of course I’ve read it” with that phony tone of voice that Holden Caulfield would’ve g*dd@m hated.
I admit that early on I really didn’t understand all the accolades that surrounded Salinger’s most popular novel. Holden appeared to be a whiny, judgmental, young man who swore too much, smoked too much, drank too much, and needed a serious come to Jesus talk, yet the adults in his life that seemed to care were dismissed as soon as they tried to do so.
Then Holden makes an impulsive decision that eventually sends him spiraling, revealing a sensitive young man crying out desperately for help. Salinger carefully sets up Holden, and the readers, to finally acknowledge that this soulful boy is broken.
Catcher in the Rye tore at my heart, making me ache for this child, that tragedy seemed to follow like a shadow.
*This review originally appeared on Goodreads which provided html code to post here. I have to say, it’s pretty cool*