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This promised to be the best summer break of my life. That Tuesday we started our final book of the year in senior English,The Catcher in the Rye. It was a quick unit, one of the few books where I had more troubles with students reading ahead than keeping up. A short book with fluffy assignments designed in part to shore up weaknesses in the grades of our graduates-to-be,Catcher was a welcome respite from denser material. Not only was it usually a crowd-pleaser, but with students on their way to starting jobs, college, families, the whole rest of their lives, it was a good opportunity to address the theme of growing up, its messiness and confusion and allure and unpleasantness. That I was sl

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:

You're fired. Fired. It was the worst news in a long time. I remembered an old book, ‘The Catcher in the Rye'. The protagonist is at some point left alone in the middle of the city, penniless and heartbroken, just as I was at that moment. I dicreetly waved goodbye to Jack, who seemed to be trying to tell me something I simply chose to ignore.

Em agrees. Rainn was also very smart. And she read all the time…. Em loved reading but she couldn’t focus lately. So she hadn’t been doing it as much. Ever since everything had happened with her dad .. her mind wouldn’t calm down enough to enjoy a book. But she knew Rainn was a big reader. She even brought her kindle to practice and read it until they started. “Are you ready for Christmas break? Only one more week!” Rainn said then. “Yes I’m so excited for Christmas. But I don’t know if I’m ready to have so much free time on my hands … I like to stay busy.” Emerson said.

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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?"

"Plus, I like all the pockets in the apron to stash away the extra food." "Well, I'm sure it looks nice on you." His voice is soft and pleasant and I certainly don't miss the slight blush that spread up from the collar of his sweatshirt to his cheeks. To hide his embarrassment, I lean forward and fill his half empty mug and then scoot it closer to his hand so he doesn't miss or spill it. While doing so I catch sight of what he is writing on his screen. "Ugh," I say straightening back up. "I hated Catcher in the Rye."

In the darkness, the way Phoebe looked at me seemed almost melted with desire. The train thundered through the tunnel. The deafening whistle echoed through the carriage. Phoebe quickly grew restless and eager, twisting her body in the darkness like a slender snake. I gripped her tightly as well, my legs pressed firmly against hers. "Ah…" A low, muffled groan escaped from Phoebe's lips. Three minutes was not very long, but it was not short, either. My heart was racing wildly as we stole a brief moment together. "That's enough…"

I softly smiled at them and closed the door. With Frederick assisting Uncle, I was left alone to wander around the house, and what better way to kill the time than to read books. So, my main target was finding the library. After a few dead-ends, I finally found what I was looking for. There's no surprise, the library was huge as well. I trailed my hands on the hard-bound books. Novels, grimoires, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson.