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So I'm not sure if I've posted this yet but I have a document in my computer called The Book Hit List. I'm not completely sure why I call it that but its just another list of mine that contains the books that I want to read someday. Needless to say its over three pages long at the moment but I will read them all someday! (Maybe if I quit adding to it...) One of the books was Catcher In the Rye by J.D. Salinger which I finished about a week ago. I'm pretty sure I put this on my list because I saw on MSN.com that it was a controversial book or something plus the fact that I tutored a 9th grade essay on it in the EWC (you should know what that means by now! Edison Writing Center)
As much as I would love to say that the book was amazing and that its now one of my favorites, I can't. I'm not going to critique the book chapter but I honestly don't understand what possible theme a freshmen could extract from that novel. Obviously there's the whole teenage rebellion/angst feel to it and the fact that Holden, the protagonist, is pretty alienated but...well anyways, it was very weird and the main character, Holden, was pretty whimsical in everything he did. Diction-wise the book had some pretty cool words (although that might be because it was written in the '50s) and I really liked the expression "he/she/it killed me" which I'm guessing meant that the person was pretty funny or something? Oh and the fact that cowardliness was referred to as having a "yellow" streak.
Anyways, I just wanted to share two quotes that I enjoyed (they killed me!) and that made me pensive for a long while.
"Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody."
and
“Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.”
“Yes, sir. I know it is. I know it.”
Game, my ass. Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it’s a game, all right—I’ll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren’t any hot-shots, then what’s a game about it? Nothing. No game.
“Yes, sir. I know it is. I know it.”
Game, my ass. Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it’s a game, all right—I’ll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren’t any hot-shots, then what’s a game about it? Nothing. No game.
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