Oh, lord, but I love that book. I read it at twenty-three, and it made me love John Steinbeck after detesting him for almost ten years thanks to reading The Grapes of Wrath when I was in high school. (I quickly went on to read Winter of Our Discontent, Travels with Charley, The Red Pony, and several short stories in quick succession.) It is such a beautiful, beautiful book, and still my favorite of his. One day, I very much want to visit Salinas.
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Date: 2009-07-03 07:06 pm (UTC)