My favorite quote in the book includes that very word: "My favorite pastime: reading." It's found on page 36. This is a short report because it's a very short book, but the most important thing I can tell you is that it's written for people who already admire him for who he is. It doesn't really explain who he is and why he's famous, so a bunch of quotes would mean nothing to you unless you know those things.
They are an unlikely pair: George is "small and quick and dark of face," while Lennie, a man of tremendous size, has the mind of a young child. Yet they have formed a "family," clinging together in the face of loneliness and alienation.Laborers in California's dusty vegetable fields, they hustle work when they can, living a hand-to-mouth existence. For George and Lennie have a plan: to own an acre of land and a shack they can call their own. When they land jobs on a ranch in the Salinas Valley, the fulfillment of their dream seems to be within their grasp. But even George cannot guard Lennie from the provocations of a flirtatious woman, nor predict the consequences of Lennie's unswerving obedience to the things George taught him.
This is also a small book. I found it among books in one of my boxes and decided to re-read it, since it's been decades now. Did you also have to read it in school?
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4 comments:
I loved Nelson Mandela's autobiography -- he definitely had a way with words.
I read Of Mice and Men as a teenager, but I don't think it was for a class. I think one of my parents must have read it for a college class because the paperback was sitting on a shelf. I kind of expected a cute story about animals...so it was a bit of a growing-up experience for me.
I think I read it in school, but I don't think it was assigned, but chosen from among many. It was a powerful read. I do wonder why we read so many sad books when we are young!
The Mandela book, on the other hand, sounds uplifting and helpful. I do cling to hope when things look dark.
I love your Bestie cat! Her name is awfully close to mine.
I named her CLAW-dia because she had been declawed before I got her. When the place I moved required that any cat living there must be declawed, I refused to do it. But my friend Donna started calling all over town until she found a cat that had already been declawed. When I went to meet her, I sat in the floor with her and asked her if she wanted to come live with me. She looked at me very seriously as she replied, "Mewp." Just that one word. She's also at the top of my blog, as you can see.
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