Revisiting Holden (writing prompt)

As the Daily Post asked, I glanced at my bookshelf this morning to choose what the first book I’d love to sit and reread when I had the time. I didn’t need to physically check the shelf, because I knew instantaneously who I’d love to spend an afternoon with: Holden Caulfield.

I first read The Catcher in the Rye the summer before high school. I had been listening to an old Green Day tape, Kerplunk! On the album there was a song called, “Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?” I didn’t know who that was, so I asked my mom. She didn’t verbally respond; she left the room, leaving me with a sense of dread. Did I do something wrong? Did I ask something inappropriate? Before I could worry too much, she returned, a paperback in hand.

“Here,” she said, and handed me a book. “Read this.”

It was a dull cover to say the least. Nondescript white, a rainbow in the upper left corner.

Like so:


From the opening line, I was hooked. Angsty, snarky, yet idealistic. I spent the day on the back porch, the summer sun shining, a cool breeze wafting through the patio window, drinking tart lemonade and meeting Holden.

I’ve reread Cather several times, but I can’t remember the last time I did so. I don’t think it has been in the last ten years. I wanted to revisit that book since the death of J.D. Salinger (may he rest in peace–I hope there are no phonies in heaven). I’d love to know if I still love Holden the way I did as a teenager. Maybe it is time that I make the time.


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