I've just remembered something which was very special to me and thought I would like to share... A couple of years ago, I went on a school trip and during my lunch hour found myself browsing the bookshop. As is my wont, I looked at the Salinger section in the vain a hope a new book would materialise and, despite the lack of said new material, feel the need to buy a book anyway. So, I bought Franny and Zooey with the vague intention of giving it to an old friend who I was due to visit. That evening, I bumped into a frined who I hadn't seen for about a year. One quiet drink turned into a whole evening, and we found ourselves dscussing major stuuf like philosophy and religion. At one point, I said, "Franny and Zooey just illustrates my point exactly". He had never read it so, hey presto! I pulled it out of my bag and presented it to him. It was so perfect, I had felt the overwhelming urge to buy that book - that particular book - and then the perfect person to read it materialised. He loved it. Just thought I'd tell that story since it came back to me all of a sudden. Love, Lucy-Ruth ---------------------- LR Pearson, Arts 99 lp9616@bristol.ac.uk