Catcher in the Rye
I just finished reading Catcher in the Rye... and well, I don't know how to get it. I understand it but I don't understand well enough to describe why I liked it.
It's not the type of book that makes me smile, its the type, that right after I place the book down and sit in silence. I don't even know what I'm thinking, or perhaps my mind is a complete blank.
Silent. Quiet.
*sigh*
Looking through the other livejournal depresses me (must be a side effect from the book *g*) I see all these brilliant analyses, this books and character what-nots and I think I can't do that. I don't know how to. Depresses, really.
Funny thing is, I want to read it over again. I'm funny that way. Depressing book but I like it.
It's not the type of book that makes me smile, its the type, that right after I place the book down and sit in silence. I don't even know what I'm thinking, or perhaps my mind is a complete blank.
Silent. Quiet.
*sigh*
Looking through the other livejournal depresses me (must be a side effect from the book *g*) I see all these brilliant analyses, this books and character what-nots and I think I can't do that. I don't know how to. Depresses, really.
Funny thing is, I want to read it over again. I'm funny that way. Depressing book but I like it.