the decision

In case you were on the edge of your seat, the man in our book club has selected Catcher in the Rye.

Not to rhyme, but, well, sigh.

I tried to read Catcher in high school, and detested it. My theory is it's a boy book. In general, I don't believe in boy books -- even though there are many studies that indicate little boys, given the choice, will read non-fiction books about hockey while little girls will read fictional stories about relationships -- but I've met few men who didn't love Salinger's classic, and few women who did.

So, once I finish Anna Karenina, looks like it will be time to dust off my teen angst and read the book that inspired pretty much every single movie about boys coming of age since the 1950s.

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