I thought Caulfield was sort of predictable in an idosyncratic kind of way,which I guess is the only thing that carried the book along,that and his naive way of contemplating things,weak rebellion in a way. The book has charm I guess but I can't really make a worthy judgment on it cause I haven't really read that much fiction,butyouknowwhatever.
I've got my hands bound,my head down, my eyes closed,and my throat wide open.