A few days ago I finished reading East of Eden by John Steinbeck. Holy Crap. That’s all I can say. My wife had bugged me about reading it before, and I tried for a few pages but frittered out in the prologue. I’m not sure of what else I may have been thinking of at the time, but I wasn’t able to let it seed in my mind. This time it took, and I am blown away. It might sound silly to just now be so excited about a literary classic, but for me this stuff is brand new. I was a TV kid when I was little, so I might have been watching “The A Team” when other, more accomplished and intellectual children were reading actual books. Of course, I might not recommend this one to a kid anyway. I digress. I’m not sure of how to do this without re-telling the whole story, so I’m just going to assume a knowledge of the story from here out.
When Cal and Aron enter the story I found myself identifying… you know… I’m just not in the mood. It’s an effing great book. Read it.