Novel The Catcher In The Rye Novels & Stories

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:

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3 hours late I stretch my arms over my head and groan. I started with English. I didn't realize how behind I am with my reading. I almost panicked when I saw this year's novel. It's 1984 by George Orwell, who thought this would be a good idea. On a normal day I would have enjoyed it but right now I'm on a deadline to complete three assignments based on the book.

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

"This shabby little place… it's nothing compared to your home in Denwick. And yet, you settled here." This place wasn't shabby; it was a cozy, rustic-style room. But to someone like William who was born with a silver spoon, it was hardly worth a glance. I pulled my hand back and put some distance between us. "What are you two here for? We don't have anything to do with each other anymore." Silence fell over the room. I watched Jonathan's typically stoic face darken slowly. "Nothing to do with each other? Cherry, is that the reason you left without a word?"

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam

When the sun the up? Oh, well. I throw my phone carefully on the blue pillow on the bed. I haven’t read in a bit, so I take one of my favorite books. Though I have read it numerous times, it’s an epic book. I run my finger on the letters on the cover page of the book. The letters reads: THE OUTSIDERS. I sigh satisfyingly and begin my book. In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator.

Em told her. She had one room to go. Quinn’s. And she felt very weird going through his things. But she did it .. just like she had the others. She saw a book in his closet that she wanted to open .. surely the boy didn’t keep a journal? But that’s what it looked like. She fought the urge to read it and continued her search. Finally .. after forever.. she’d finished going through the house. Everything was fine. No one was there. Em still didn’t want to get off the phone with Rainn. And she was fine with still talking so they stayed on as Emerson unloaded the car. She showed Rainn everything she’d bought at target.

I think I would be okay even if I don't eat, as long as I can buy a book. I immediately went to the classic books section. These books are expensive because there are only a few copies left of them... I bit my lower lip and immediately took the book The Catcher in the Rye. I've wanted to buy this for a long time. I've already read it in an ebook. But I still want a physical copy. I looked at Luca and showed him the book. "Let's pay for it now." Luca's forehead creased. "Is that all you want?"

I stuffed the last piece of clothing into the suitcase and snapped it shut, then I looked around the apartment. Having lived here for five years, my presence was everywhere, from the paintings on the walls to the throw pillows on the couch and the plants on the balcony. Now, those very details felt like a cruel joke. I wheeled my suitcase toward the living room and paused to look at the calendar. New Year’s Day was tomorrow. A fresh start and a brand-new year. Without hesitation, I reached for my phone and reserved a seat on the first high-speed train heading to Cedar Hollow, my hometown.