Novel & Cerita Is The Catcher In The Rye A Good Book

She liked the peace. “What are you reading?” Indianna held up her book and Cassie shook her head. “Oh God, I hate that book. It’s so boring!” “I quite like it. I like the way how it’s written in Scout’s point of view. Everything is so simple from a child’s perspective.” “But it’s a horrible story, Tom Robinson dies in the end so the whole book is pointless.”

but i’ll let this one go if you give up on the book jackson101: the shining’s not that good. why do you want it? ladyvera: excuse me?! it is one of the best books ever written by Stephen King! jackson101: let’s just say we have different tastes.. ladyvera: i don’t care about your tastes. give it up if you don’t like it anyway. why bid? jackson101: it’s fun :) ladyvera: give it up jackson101: only if you say please

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

He asked, yawning as he closed his and slipped the cap onto the open pen, he leaned back into the chair as I set my phone onto the table. "It was good... a bit boring", I said, trying to cover the real truth. I had never called a book boring in my lifetime, but with him in front of me, everything else became boring to look at or even do. "How was your book?" I asked, and he began telling me how the book was, and I listened intently hoping he kept analyzing his book. He proved my theory right, everyone in The Great Gatsby was somewhat mentally ill, they were no good guys or girls, just people getting by.

I can’t remember turning it on. I bend down to pick up the book. It was his favorite, ‘The Catcher in the Rye’ by J. D. Salinger. He took it everywhere he went. The day I had to collect his things at the hospital, it was just this and an old jacket that once belonged to my dad. The book, old and worn, has scribbled handwriting inside, like it was written in a hurry before the thought was lost. I close my eyes and open it on a random page. I read the first quote I can find:

Zayden As soon as I got done showering, I hurried and dried my body and hair, put on my clothes and walk out the door. I see my little mate sitting in the chair I left her in but with a book in hand. I slowly walk over to her and lean on the back of the chair. I notice she is reading my favorite book. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. “How do you like it so far?” I startled her apparently as she jumped as soon as I asked the question.