Ladies and gentlemen, one of my favorite writers of all time died today: J. D. Salinger. I don't know why, but there was something incredibly exciting about reading about the Glass family and knowing that the author who created them was still alive, hoveled away in his rural Cornish shell. Most of the works I read today are written by authors who have been dead for centuries, which is fine by me because I rather enjoy reading Ovid and Virgil. Still, I feel Salinger was a rare breed, and that I need to light candles and mourn his loss while wiping my tears with some pages from his Catcher in the Rye, or something dramatic like that.
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