Another classic I had never managed to get to, until now. This book was originally published in The New Yorker as two separate short stories back in the 50s. The book starts off with "Franny", a young actress in college who has a spiritual breakdown. In "Franny" you only see the events leading up to her breakdown, it is in "Zooey" where she finds peace with the help of her brother, Zooey.
Of the two stories, I enjoyed "Franny" more. The story was very awkward, the relationship between Franny and her boyfriend was awkward, the scene in that story made me feel very uncomfortable and I liked how this came across in the writing. I felt like I was sitting at a table next to the couple during their extremely awkward meal.
I liked the message of the book and could kind of relate to the spiritual journey that Franny is on (although not nearly as dramatic). I just didn't like the pace of the book, I felt it dragged on a bit and scenes lasted for pages and pages. I was also bothered by the lack of paragraphs in the book, I'd go pages before I saw the end of one.
