I first read this years and years ago. It's entirely possible I did it when I was about the same age as Holden Caulfield, which should have produced some kind of feeling, I think. However, I have absolutely no memories of what I thought about the book at that time. Strange. At my current advanced age, the book seems so vivid and memorable that I can't understand why it didn't leave a stronger mark on my adolescent brain. One thing this book does wonderfully is to help expose the inherent braindeadism of the american mindset, that swear words are somehow bad. To ban a book because it contains "Fuck you" couple of times would be hilarious if it wasn't so sad.