What even is this novel? I read this in high school and didn’t know what to do with it, and then in college I was too under the influence who did not think Steinbeck was a good writer. She was obviously wrong, or more so entitled to her opinion, but this novel is unbearingly sad and unbearingly good. It’s not the most beautifully written novel, but it must be the most righteous one I’ve ever read. First off, the structure of the novel goes back […]