A Change Of Perspective

I vaguely remember finding it a bit of a chore to read The Catcher in the Rye the last time I did so, sometime in the last century. Now it seems an effortless read, every nuance of the style working together with a compelling need to understand what drives the narrator resulting in a kind of sly perfection. Even the most casual of phrases works. Odd how you can change your mind about something.