What a catch

There is only one book that I have read three times. It must be pretty damn special. That book, Catcher in the Rye, is a classic in its own right. It cannot be compared to any other books. It is in its own category, one of plot-less, character crazy stories. The author of Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger died this past Thursday. Yes, he was 91, but I was still surprised when I read it on a teleprompter that I was running. It was Salinger’s only book, although he did write a few short stores. What a mind he had. When I first read the novel in the eighth grade, I thought it was recent. I didn’t realize that it was over 50 years old. Salinger had the ability to create a timeless novel. And believe it or not, Holden Caulfield’s issues still persist in 2010 just as they did in the 1940s. The second time I read it, I understood it a little better. That was in tenth grade. And just last year, I wrote a research paper on it, in twelfth grade, where I fully began to understand Holden’s life. As complex and confusing as the novel is, there is something about it that has allowed it to stay so relevant and worshipped as a classic book to be read in school and even for fun. Admittedly, I read it for school those three times, but still. I enjoyed it. And I am sure that it will still live on in today’s world, even with Salinger gone.