Franny and Zooey

I just finished reading this novel by J.D. Salinger for the second time. The first time I was about 13 or 14 I guess. I remember how much I loved the book. On the second reading I now wonder why I loved it so much. Not that it is a bad book, it isn't, I love it now, but as an adult I wonder why my child self loved it. I was very "political" and seeking religion as well. I thought of myself as a savvy kid. I was, in fact, very naive about the meanness in life, but marveled at the workings of life. I wanted to be in the middle of action. I was too young, so I read about it. So, for a few years this book would come across my mind and I would think I should reread it since it obviously had a memorable effect on me. I was almost disturbed that it did on my second reading.
Anyway, more on that later.
Sleepy now and kind of hyped up about my trip to Seattle coming up.