Franny and Zooey

Wow - I don't think I've ever read a more elaborate way of saying “I love you, and I see you.” than in Zooey.
Franny was a blast as well, but undoubtedly these two stories have to read together to gain their full effect.
It makes me want to reread Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? because it has the same cadence in the writing style. This is my first time reading Salinger (though not my first attempt–I tried Catcher in the Rye a long time ago and still do not want to attempt to try again) and it was good, really good. Made my head hurt but only in so much as stories without breaks and long, descriptive, overly-wrought sentences are wont to do. (Reminds me of Yanigahara. Who's writing style in A Little Life, incidentally, I loved too.)
These were real people to me. I wasn't watching a movie in my head, these people existed. Their monologues were unbearably long but unavoidably captivating and I could not, for the life of me, blink when I was reading them because they were talking so fast.