I STARTED READING this book hours ago and wow, I got hooked, finally. I mean, I’ve read the first few paragraphs of the book but then I get lazy to read because I’m sort of illiterate like that. I’m not much of a reader, I’m more of the visual type of guy.

We had a quiz about this and I was already fucked. I haven’t read anything (except this part that Tom told me to read), really. So, I started from the very beginning to find some answers for the infuriating quiz. I find it quite odd that I didn’t skim through the book, searching for the shit I needed. I’m not quite sure on what got me hooked to it. Maybe it’s Holden’s redundancy or the way Salinger spells ‘goddamn’ ‘goddam’. It kinda bothered me, but then, it was written in the ’50s, way before the Beatles took over the airwaves.

I felt that this book wasn’t written in the ’50s. Although, I think that teenage angst and sexuality of Holden made the readers relate to the novel. Shows that angst is more of a phase than a terminal disease or some shit. I like how it was written; it was subjective. It really was. And how the stream of thoughts of Holden just work. Everything was written and how he thought about things. It’s like everything was relational or shit.

Because of this, I’m quite inspired to write a book. No plot really, just something similar to this book; autobiographical and fiction, if that is even allowed. Or since I don’t breath the ’50s air, I might make a blog instead about my thoughts on certain subjects, like how girls seem to be attractive in relation to the mood you are in and et cetera.

tl;dr This book is awesome and I’m halfway through it. I can kill a modern day John Lennon because of it. Or not.