Holden is a very lonely guy... This is my recount of chapter 9 in third person
The first thing Holden did when he got off
at deserted Penn Station was go to a phone booth. He was alone once again. He
felt like giving somebody a buzz. All he wanted was someone to talk to, someone
to tell how he was feeling. He left his bags outside the phone booth. For about
15 minutes he stood still in the phone booth leaning against the door with the
phone in his hand. It was so late and no one was answering his calls. He really
wanted to call Phoebe, his little sister but she would have been in bed, then
he went to call D.B but he was in Hollywood. Holden eventually walked out of
the phone booth and hollered over a cab in the still streets of New York. He
gave the cab driver his home address naturally forgetting that he did not want
to go there… They arrived at the hotel and he checked into a single room. Holden
had no one to talk to, no one to room with, or no one to call. He stared out
the window as it started to rain, at all of the people opposite him. He
resorted to his last idea, which was to call this ‘whore’ he had been given the
number of at the last party he went to years ago. Holden was so desperate. As soon as she answered she
blew him off straight away. Again… Holden was left in his single room lonely,
with no one to talk to or call. Imagine being as lonely as Holden...
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