101 in 1001: 023 read the grapes of wrath (john steinbeck) [completed 10.18.05]
big, big shame on those of you who saw that i planned to read the grapes of wrath and - cognizant of my intense hatred and crippling fear of nipples - let me do it anyway. i floated toward the end of the book on a tide of goodwill: it was considerably more enjoyable than catcher in the rye had been (despite the disappointing survival of the children), i liked both the hyperdetailed descriptions of the land and the occasional first-person transaction chapters, and bakersfield was rightly characterized as a miserable place. then in the last damn scene, horrible, utterly unsympathetic rose of sharon has to go and - i can't even say it. let's talk about knitted zombies instead. going to my happy place, going to my happy place.
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