Moved to New York so I thought it only fitting to revisit the first book I read for boarding school about a quick trip to the big apple.

Frightened yet deeply comforted that I seem to be in the same headspace as a 17 year old boy in the early 1950s. I swear to God I’m a madman too, Holden.

This book was so much better than I had the capacity to understand and acknowledge when I first read it 13 years ago. I laughed out loud, nearly cried, and felt such a deep sense of being known. I know it will give me a whole new experience when I read it another decade from now. Until then, gonna do my best to stay away from all the goddamn phonies out there - 5