Raven, Catcher in the Rye was required reading when I was in the early years of high school, and was considered quite scandalous (we had to have parents' permission to read it). I haven't read it since, but was quite unimpressed when I was 14 or 15. I've been thinking of revisiting it to see if it had more value than I remember, but you've convinced me not to bother. So many books, so little time! After struggling through more serious fare, right now I'm just doing light murder mysteries ... candy for the brain. I'd just finished a memoir/autobio about generations of Chinese women, and several other very, very boring (the former was not) bios. It amazes me sometimes how people who have lived very fascinating lives can manage to make their lives boring once they start writing! I'm also reading, aloud, a philosophy/ecology book to my ladies, so some light stuff is overdue and in order.