When I was in high school, this guy I was kind of/sort of friends with gave me a list of 25 books everyone needs to read before they turn 25. I checked a lot of them out from the library and bought a bunch of the others. Franny and Zooey was one of those that I bought, but I’ve moved a lot since I graduated from high school and it got lost somewhere. Over the summer, I bought myself another copy so that I could finally take it off my TBR.
I can tell you one thing — I would have hated this book (which is really two separate yet connected stories) if I’d read it in high school. Luckily, my reading tastes as an adult are a bit different. I enjoyed Franny, but Zooey did leave a bit to be desired. I think my biggest problem with Zooey is that I was so annoyed with him that I couldn’t bring myself to read more than a few pages at a time. I finished Franny in about 45 minutes. Zooey took me four days.
After loving my reread of The Catcher in the Rye so much, I kind of expected to love Franny and Zooey more. It was still a good story, just not quite as good as I’d hoped.
#killingthetbr: eleven(ish) years on shelf