“Not even the rattling of the train could keep me awake, and I went to sleep in a hoodlum’s jacket, with a gun lying next to my hand.”
Perhaps my favourite passage from S.E. Hinton’s novel, it is, at least, the one that’s burnt itself most permanently into my memory—a moment in the boxcar of a train out of Tulsa, when our protagonist Ponyboy is falling asleep sprawled over his best friend Johnny Cade’s stretched-out legs, snuggled into the too-big jacket of their surrogate older brother Dally. Continue Reading

