I first read Catcher in the Rye when I was in the seventh grade. It held some meaning to me back then and I understood certain parts, I mean, I was only eleven so you can see how I didn’t grasp some of it. I remember enjoying it and thinking it was cool. Then I was forced to read it again in high school, and when I say ‘forced’ I’m saying that’s what everyone else thought of it. I was glad to read it again and see if it was different then I remembered.
And it most certainly was. And I’m sure if I read it again today it would be different than I remembered it.
When I was in the seventh grade I remember feeling a great sense of accomplishment when I finished it, and then in the eleventh grade I remember thinking I wanted to kill Holden Caulfield for saying ‘phonies’ too much. I know that if I read it today that I would definitely want to punch him again for using the same words over and over.
What was the point of this review? I don’t remember. But I do know that I definitely loved reading this book and I would give it another go this year, in ten years and in twenty years.