OF MICE AND MEN, JOHN STEINBECK (1937)
I don’t know what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it. Of Mice and Men is a short novel, that is both slow and ridiculously fast faced. Nothing happens, and then, suddenly, everything happens. Reflecting on the book, I can see now that this isn’t the kind of novel where things are supposed to happen; it’s more about the themes and the messages within the text and that might be why I didn’t like it. I think I went into the read in the completely wrong mindset, but for all of that, I can see the literary merits of the book and I will be giving Steinbeck another go one day.