I read a book last night.......and no, this isn't the first time such a thing has happened.......my reactions through the hundred minutes or so required to finish the book varied from vaguely interested to gently raised eyebrows on to eyebrows indistinguishable from hairline to pure anguish........
the one question floating constantly through my mind (more like hammering at the portals of my consciousness) was.......why am I reading this book??
of course, a little later the question became a statement.........this is killing me!!
further on, the cussing began and I must have called the author a phony about a million times......
and then as suddenly as it began, it ended, and the memory that remains is of these words.........
"Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."
I don't think this is a book which I can like or dislike or categorize in any way........it just is......and having told you about it I realize I too am missing it.........

post blog script : my mom saw the book and said "ki shob porchho".........so I considerately explained to her that it was an iconic work creating a subversive counter-cultural identity and amounting to a literary objective correlative of an iconoclast and then added "I cannot help it if your education is incomplete".......the book was The Catcher In The Rye.