About 30% into the book, I thought of quitting, I really did. It was depressing like hell. That’s the thing with teenagers, they hate everything just for the hell of it. That killed me. I was so afraid the angst and all is gonna bring me down that I almost felt like giving old Rachel buzz, in the middle of the night. When I get afraid, I was afraid like a bastard.
I ploughed through though. I was crazy. I really was sometimes. But the more I read it, the more distant I got from old Holden and his goddamn bitterness. I was pretty sure I am not Holden or his kind. Not any more. That is a hellouva relief, to tell you the truth. I am probably the one that would sit him down over a cup of hot chocolate and give him ten million advices on how to get life straight – corny things like take the damn world as it is since you’re too yellow to fight it; life’s worth living as long as there’s something you like and give old Jane a buzz. He’d probably think I’m one of those phonies. I can be phony sometimes, I admit that. But that’s the way things work in this world. Boy, was I a grown-up sonvabitch.
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