Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody. This is the last sentence of the book.

Jerome David Salinger died, He said human’s natural life span is 120, and he could live to 140 years old. Now he died.

The Catcher in the Rye was the first book I read in English, a long, lazy afternoon sitting on the floor of the library, the only part of the school I liked, reading the three days of life of the sixteen year old boy, a boy of my age. His anger was my anger, his confusion was my confusion, his happiness was my happiness. Read the rest of this entry »