Every once and awhile I get the overwhelming desire to read Catcher in the Rye. I'm not really sure when I fell in love with that book, but I absolutely adore it. I like Holden, but at the same time I hate him. And pity him. He's the misfit, hipster boy that I want to be my best friend. I'm fairly certain that if Holden were actually my friend, I'd hate him.
All the same, I love the book and I love Holden. I wish I had my copy here in Idaho with me. What was I thinking when I chose to leave it at home?
This is what my copy of the book looks like. On a good day.