Honestly, I've been very confused as to how I ended up enjoying this. To tell the truth, I'm not particularly interested in classics save a few, and The Catcher in the Rye
was not one of them. I probably wouldn't have even picked up the little thing were it not that it was in my school curriculum. The Catcher in the Rye
has no significant or memorable quality to the novel. It follows the story of a young, sixteen-year-old boy named Holden Caulfield and takes place after he's been kicked out of Pencey boarding school. There's no real dilemma in the novel; all it is is Holden's adventures after he packs his bags and sets out for "home."
He's a strange kid. And not even the pleasant, dorky kind of the strange -- but the what-are-you-doing-you-scumbag kind. I'm always questioning his intentions. His mind is, indeed, an intricate work of thoughts. But despite that, he's annoying. He isn't much thoughtful and does whatever he likes. He judges on appearances (several times; "I just hoped she was good-looking"; when he called the prostitute up to his bedroom.) He just doesn't judge people by their looks, he critics their actions, even if it makes a hypocrite of himself.
But here's the really strange part: Despite all this, it was a strangely entertaining novel. I just don't understand what parts were the most interesting. Although it was fun, it wasn't so great as to why it's such a classic.