I have never read On the Road. Never. I can hear everyone thinking, “But what did you read in high school when all your classmates went through their rebellious/vaguely beatnik phase?” Answer? I read Jane Eyre. That was all the rebelliousness I had, summed up. Now I’m reading it, as well as Truman Capote’s novella Other Voices, Other Rooms.
So if any of you have read On the Road and would like to comment on your love/hatred/indifference to it or why it’s such a travesty that I waited until the ripe old age of 23 to finally crack open the cover of this iconic classic, leave your vitriol/support in the comments! Happy Sunday!