Franny, Zooey and a front row seat.

​I devoured this great read in 3 sittings. I just couldn’t put it down, yet I didn’t want to finish it, and I am still suffering from its sweet hangover… Franny and Zooey, the youngest two out of seven highly intelligent siblings, not only weighed down by the oppression that comes with it but also scarred for life by the death of two of their brothers. Both are loners by nature & both get irritated very easily by everyone else, but the difference between them is that Franny turned her dislike into hateful judgement whilst Zooey stopped at disliking only. Franny now suffering a breakdown, was trying to find peace by praying the prayer she read about in a book found in Seymour’s bedroom (the brother who committed suicide). The book says you must say it continually, but it wasn’t helping. Zooey tries to make her understand why she had to change her ways. How could she expect to find peace by praying to God when whilst doing so she was also doing exactly what God forbids?… Oh Salinger! He spoke so much wisdom through Zooey, but this writer just didn’t know what the word boring meant, did he? There’s just no one cooler. I wished Zooey was my brother. Tactless yes, but boy did he know what to say! I laughed out loud at his continuous sarcastic wit, but I also couldn’t stop the tears.  When I reluctantly finished reading the last word, I could actually imagine this book effortlessly and silently climbing up the book tower, gently pushing down the other books whilst doing so, gliding straight to the front row and finally taking a seat right next to Jane Eyre. 

“Your heart, Bessie, is an autumn garage.”


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