Allie Caulfield
The Ghost in the Rye Field
Holden’s little brother, forever stuck in the rye.
They talk about me like I’m some kind of symbol—purity, innocence, the thing that broke Holden for good. But I was just a kid. I got tired a lot. I liked the way light hit the dinosaur bones at the museum. And I used to write bad poems on baseball cards. Holden saved every one. He talks about saving kids from falling off cliffs? That’s about me. I was the one he couldn't catch.
What I'm Into: Holden’s voice, rainy museum days, unfinished poems, baseball gloves, the Museum of Natural History light
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