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So, like just about every other american high schooler, I had to read this for an english class. I remembered not hating it, but not exactly loving it either (which doesn't surprise me because I was one of those people who hated being told I HAD to read something).

This summer, I spent some time reading a few of the classic novels that I had somehow managed to miss out on reading in school (One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, Fahrenheit 451, Bell Jar) and I decided to add this one to the re-read pile.

I swear, books like these are always best when you read them willingly. When you read them as a more mature, better read person. Holden is one of those unique characters that can never be re-written, but seems to get better when re-read. He is so full of rage and anger and hatred... He has this awesomely genuine DISLIKE of everything.

And yet, even though he is miserable and unhappy and trudging through his days and nights with a scowl on his face, he takes the time to tell us what its like to hold hands with a special girl, how their hands were made to hold each other's, and you get to see that there this highly guarded tenderness to him as well.

I am really glad that I decided to pick this back up again. I definitely recommend it to anyone who was forced to read it for school, because, like me, you were most likely not prepared for what Salinger and Holden had to tell you.