"I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can."
I have never laughed so much while reading a book. On the train on the way to work, at work on my break, out on the steps outside my house, I spent the last couple of weeks just cracking up at this teenage boy telling me about how he got kicked out of school and spent two days hanging around New York City, using phrases like "and all that crap", "all morons hate it when you call them a moron", "in my mind, I'm probably the biggest sex maniac you ever saw", and calling everyone "old", like his awesome little sister, "old Phoebe".
It had no real storyline to it, no resolution, no questions that really needed to be answered. It was just the story of a teenage boy's two days in New York City. And I liked that. It was a refreshing change from most books that try their very best to explain the meaning of life. It really was.
So if you haven't read it, read it. If you're lucky enough to have a whole day free, or even half a day if you're a fast reader, read The Catcher in the Rye, you'll be so glad you did. You really will.