
The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton
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I first read "The Outsiders" in 7th Grade. I was very much attracted to the idea of carrying around switchblades, and I blazed through the book. I knew that I was an Outsider and that I always would be. The parallels in Ponyboy's world to mine were unmistakable; and as always is--and will always will be--the determining factor between classes is money. With the intelligent application of money, power may be attained, along with all the other perks of a raised status. This has not happened to me. I am still poor. I became the greaser of my generation: a skateboarding "Im A Loser Baby So Why Don't You Kill Me" of the 90s. It was a unique time in history, yet, like Ponyboy, even this "title" was not adequate to represent who I was. I'm glad I got through it without killing anyone (that I know of). I knew many Dally's of the world, and like Johnny, I wish to relate to them--whichever side of town they are in (certainly we have many more sides of town than Ponyboy could have imagined)--that "There's still a lot of good in the world". Not till many years later did I find out why some parts of "The Outsiders" made me nauseous: S.E. Hinton is a woman! The switchblades are a gimmick for little boys! It's the kind of story I never would have read were it not for the switchblades!
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