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Nine Stories by J.D. Salinger

After reading Franny and Zooey (which I still pronounce “zoo-ee” even though I know that’s not how it’s pronounced) earlier this year, I’ve been really into J.D. Salinger. If you’ve read anything by him (or even about his writing), you’ll know that he’s great at dialogue. It just seems so real, like these stories really happened. It’s that kind of fiction that I love. I can’t think of another fiction writer that I like better than Salinger, or even one that I can really recall the name of. There are plenty of science fiction or fantasy writers that are pretty good, but usually it’s the story that I like more than the actual words that are used.

Caution: spoilers.

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I read a lot. But there are very few writers who I really remember and think about very often. J.D. Salinger is one of those few, and I can’t even begin to explain how much I admire him. His dialogue is outstanding, the stories, while not much action takes place, are somehow still enthralling, and I constantly find myself wanting to be a character in one of his stories. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be one of the Glass children?

Sure, they’ve got their emotional problems, but they’re so intelligent and awesome in ways I can’t even begin to explain. I read Franny and Zooey earlier in the year, maybe back in early June, and I’m almost through Nine Stories. I’m planning on reading Catcher in the Rye once I get to the library (which should be soon) and there’s a whole bunch of uncollected stories here that I’d like to read as well.

He just makes me want to write about how great he is. And if that doesn’t indicate an excellent writer, I’m not sure what does.

If you’ve read the book, you’ll know why that name is significant.