It was about a week before I was supposed to leave home for college. My aunt had bought me a copy of that & a copy of David Copperfield, neither of which I had ever picked up. She said something about those two books being very important for a kid like me. I still havent read Copperfield all the way through. Dickens is too English for my taste. But on a whim, that night I opened up Catcher. I read it till morning. Itâs clichĂ© & corny, but I hadnât experienced the feeling of encountering some sort of soul mate in a book until reading that book (and wouldnât again until I got in to Kafka). I still love JD Salinger to this day. I just made my way through Franny & Zooey actually. Adored it
