Why I hate Catcher In The Rye.

About every three pages, he describes something that someone did and follows it with, “that killed me.” 

Besides the fact that I have a problem with people who take life that seriously, if so many people kill you, WHY AREN’T YOU DEAD?

(And yes, I’m aware that the statement has metaphorical underpinnings and that I’m just being a literal absolutist bonehead about it. But still.)

It kills me.