Meg Dowell Writes

I have officially made it through The Catcher in the Rye (again with the lack of italics–fellow editors, do spare me the reminder), and I’ll admit it: I didn’t really love it all that much. But I didn’t hate it, either. Surprised?

As much as I would love to read it again, just to attempt to grasp a better understanding of it, I doubt that this task will be accomplished anytime soon. It took me forever to get through it the first time. I’m trying not to imagine what the second time will be like.

After last night’s restlessness, I have discovered that drinking a frappuccino any time after dinner is a bad idea.

For future reference, of course.

Love&hugs, Meg<3