January 8th, 2012

Between the ages of 12 and 15, I read Catcher in the Rye upwards of 25 times. I idolized Holden Caulfield. He got it, he understood, and therefore Salinger had to get it and understand.

Sometime during the summer I was 15, that all went away. Holden was no longer someone to idolize, he was an angst-ridden teenager and pretty much an asshole.

Somedays, I wish I could still have my caustic hero. But it won’t be Holden ever again.