Freedom. This word always jumps into my head when I was reading the book. It’s like my heart is attacked, when Holden bend down to tell his little Phoebe what he wants most is a catcher in the rye. I even can imagine a picture of an endless rye, a thin and tall man, stands in the edge of a cliff, lonesome, but peaceful.
It’s like most cynics are young adults, like Holden. They cannot stand hypocrisy, ignorance. But when they aware these, they found they are already surrounded by that kind of things. The pathetic thing is they can not change even a little of their surroundings. So they hate every thing, the people have a fake smile, the headmaster just speak to swanky parents, the students in grid vest only to show they are from Ivy League. Everything is disgusting and that make you just want to quit everything and leave, to find a place, work in a filling station, build a cabin, pretend to be a deaf-mute people to avoid any stupid conversation and live a lonesome life. Holden imagi ned the picture, I imagined the picture too. But Holden quit, and me too.
Every one of us has been through that kind of period, like Holden, recognized the hypocrisy, fake side of the society, we hate that side and feel lonely, as if only me, in the world is real. People call the period “Adolescence”. When to be an adult, Some people is healed, others are not.
It’s not only a young adult fiction, it’s for every one. I’m kind of pessimistic when I was reading the book, because, really, Holden hates everything, except his died brother and his little sister. The love between them, strikes me most in the book.
We cannot change the world, maybe even our little surroundings, but we have to live in this world, society, surroundings. If we cannot change, try to live decent even we know the bad side, may be the best choice
