I’m heading into the final of the Grapes of Wrath, and now I actually want to read it to see what happens. Because it’s close Because it’s going to happen no matter what happens.
Earlier on in the book, I didn’t always wanted to read, because there’s so much loss of hope; inevitable, relentless and horrible. John Steinbeck’s language is about the only thing that got me through.
It’s funny even when the weather is described as sunny, my mind always shows a cloud above the scene.