Yeah, yeah, yeah, they couldn't make you read J.D. Salinger's The Catcher In The Rye ($7) for your Junior English class and you ain't gonna read it now. But what's not to love about a man who wrote a book explaining teenaged angst (actually any aged angst) so well that hordes of teenagers wrote him thank you letters? Or even better, a man who hated those teenaged letters so much that he pretty much stopped publishing his literary works just out of spite? Do yourself a solid and read this book. Cause we all have a little Holden Caulfield in us. Get your mind out of the gutter.