katymoo's review of For Esme—With Love and Squalor, and Other Stories
For Esme—With Love and Squalor, and Other Stories by J.D. Salinger
I had a classmate in school - 7th, 8th grade maybe - named Esme. She had a nervous habit of quietly pulling out her eyebrows until there were almost none left. I've never forgotten her, or how she looked and acted as much of an outsider as I felt inside. We didn't go through high school together so I have no idea what became of her, but I still think of here every time I hear the name Esme. It's a great name, but those balding eyebrows kind of killed it for me so I couldn't use it for my own child.
This all happened in the same class where another girl used to store food in her cheeks after lunch, and snack on it through the rest of the day. We called her chipmunk behind her back.
NAyway, I did like this book of short stories.
This all happened in the same class where another girl used to store food in her cheeks after lunch, and snack on it through the rest of the day. We called her chipmunk behind her back.
NAyway, I did like this book of short stories.
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