The Catcher In The Rye How Many Pages Novels & Stories

"You hated it?" "No." "You loved it?" "No." "That narrows it down." Walter looked down at the book. His thumb brushed the edge of the cover. A tiny movement. Easy to miss. "I finished it." Lois stared. "Already?" "It wasn't very long." "It was four hundred pages." Silence. The silence answered for him. Her eyes widened. "You stayed up reading." "No." "You absolutely stayed up reading." "I had insomnia." "Convenient." For the briefest moment, Walter looked almost embarrassed.

He came through at nine for water and looked at my screen over my shoulder. “How long,” he said. “Twelve pages,” I said. “I know.” “Don’t cut it,” he said. “If it needs twelve pages, it needs twelve pages.” “Rachel said a brief,” I said. “Rachel wants your thinking,” he said. “Give her all of it. She can decide what to keep.” I kept all twelve pages. Rachel read it Friday morning and had four things to say about it, all of which were useful, two of which fundamentally changed how I’d framed one of the arguments.