If someone were to buy me Catcher in the Rye for my wedding, I would want to serve them a plate of shit at the reception so we would be even. Holden Caulfield is the most obnoxious “protagonist” in the history of american literature. There’s a reason why psychopaths always end up having this book in their possessions. It’s because this book is a biography of every self-centered, winey, vapid douche-bag that exists and comprise 90% of the people in this world, and this book is just the nudge that a person without any sense of right or wrong needs to go out and start systematically evening the score. Basically what I’m trying to say is, go with a cookbook.