The Catcher has been caught!

I hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving break. Due to the holiday, I didn't post anything, so this is my post for two week's time, during which many memorable and historic events happened.

Firstly, on Friday the Nineteenth, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part One) came out in theaters around the nation. I love that series. So does the rest of my family, and I am currently rereading my favourite sections of the series in whatever book I so choose.

Second, I have FINALLY reached my word count goal in NaNoWriMo, and I will prefer not to talk about the details, or I will fear for my life. 10107 glorious words of my very first novel...which I am currently calling The Hot Dog Wars.

Thirdly, in my awful pun title, some of you might have been able to detect the end of the Catcher in the Rye. We say goodbye to (sadly and pitifully) our third book this school year, and remember some of our favourite or most memorable parts of the story.
"I mean it. I really do."
"You'd have liked him. He was two years younger than I was, but about fifty times as intelligent. He was terrifically intelligent. His teachers were always writing letters to my mother, telling her what a pleasure it was to have a boy like Allie in their class. And they weren't just shooting the crap. They really meant it."
"What the hell'dja do that for?"
"I mean, I'm not going to be a goddamn surgeon or violinist or anything anyway."
"'Oh, no!' She put her hand right up to her mouth and all."
"Everytime I got started, I kept picturing old Sunny calling me a crum-bum."
"The one right next to me had one of those straw baskets that you see nuns and Salvation Army babes collecting dough with around Christmas time."
"She kept walking ahead of me, so I could see how cute her little ass looked."
"I started thinking how old Phoebe would feel if I got pneumonia and died. It was a childish way to think, but I couldn't stop myself."
"The best break I'd had in years was when I got home."
"'Well. Go to sleep. Give Mother a kiss. Did you say your prayers?' 'I said them in the bathroom. G'night!'"
Ah...good times...good times....
It's rather funny that Holden broke into his own house, and that it took this long in the story to finally meet Phoebe, although we've kinda already met her.

In other notes, I have a quote from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. I do believe that The Catcher in the Rye has helped me to be less ashamed of writing/saying explicit language.
"Like I said, if there's something wrong with the bitch, there's something wrong with the pup," -Aunt Marge

Pip pip cheerio, darlings!
-Jenni