So I don't know if any of you are still reading and if you read this month, but I LOVED this book. I had never read it and I just finished it for my English class. In fact, I loved it so much, I am writing my final paper about it.
Steinbeck has an amazing way of describing the landscape of the great country we live in. All of his words in this book are so beautiful.
When he visits Wisconsin, Steinbeck describes it like this,
"When I saw it for the first and only time in early October, the air was rich with butter-colored sunlight, not fuzzy but crisp and clear so that every frost-gay tree was set off, the rising hills were not compounded, but alone and separate. I remember now that that I had been told Wisconsin is a lovely state, but the telling had not prepared me. It was a magic day. The land dripped with richness, the fat cows and pigs gleaming against green, and, in the smaller holdings, corn standing in little tents as corn should, and pumpkins all about."
"When I saw it for the first and only time in early October, the air was rich with butter-colored sunlight, not fuzzy but crisp and clear so that every frost-gay tree was set off, the rising hills were not compounded, but alone and separate. I remember now that that I had been told Wisconsin is a lovely state, but the telling had not prepared me. It was a magic day. The land dripped with richness, the fat cows and pigs gleaming against green, and, in the smaller holdings, corn standing in little tents as corn should, and pumpkins all about."
Wonderful.
And, when he describes the redwoods and Northern California. This book stole my heart.
It was fantastic.