Yes, I am still reading The Catcher In The Rye, which, in case you've been keeping track, I've been reading since about 1992. OK, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but still. I'm pretty positive it is taking entirely too long to read A) a book that's been around since before Dad was born, and B) a book that barely consists of 200 pages.
But, people. It rambles. A lot like this blog, actually. One minute he's being overcharged by a hooker, and the next second he's hallucinating about his guts pouring out of his stomach. And everything is a "pain in the ass," and, the kid is 16. Sixteen! What is he doing drinking, smoking and underpaying hookers, anyway?
But alas, I shall keep going strong. I don't not like the book. It's just taking me f-o-r-e-v-e-r to read it. And in the meantime, I've had about 11.425 thousand other book recommendations from people, making my total number of books to be read before I die about eight million and four.
I am giving you my word, right here and now, that I will finish it before I go to sleep tonight.