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Dear Mr Stienbeck,
It's 1 am, I'm sitting in my favorite reading chair, my cat, Boots, is lying next to me, The window is open and the sweet smell of the evening rain is blowing in, my tea sets on the window sill unfinished and cold, tears streak my cheeks, and your book, your beautiful book, Of Mice and Men, rests in my lap.
I went to bed early with the hopes of getting a good night's sleep, only to have those hopes dashed, like so many others in my life, as I was still awake around 11 pm. I decided a cup of chamomile and some reading might help me get to sleep finally. I put the kettle on and walked to the bookshelf, I made a mental note that the shelf is getting low on suitable reading material and to visit the library soon. I studied the few remaining books on the shelf, no, no, no, maybe, no, no, yes!!!! Steinbeck never disappoints!!! The kettle starts to whistle. I pour the tea and settle into my chair with Boots.
I never planned on reading the whole story in one sitting. I never meant for my wife to come out of the bedroom and see me crying like a baby. I never planned on staying up till 1 am, when I need to be up for work at 4 am. I never planned on my tea going cold, and undrunk. Like so many of my best-laid plans though, it all went wrong. Within the first few pages, I was hooked. The first tears were shed early when George took the dead mouse from Lenny. I quickly recovered and was overjoyed when Lenny stood up to that asshole Curley. My happiness peaked when Lenny got the puppy and I thought it would be smooth sailing to the end. Oh how wrong I was! The tears flowed pretty steadily after that. First the puppy, and then that tramp. I was full-on sobbing, nose running, gasping, crying like a baby when George pulled the trigger.
Thank you for all your wonderful writing, and the emotional whirlwind you took me on with this one.
Forever a fan,
Jesse
It's 1 am, I'm sitting in my favorite reading chair, my cat, Boots, is lying next to me, The window is open and the sweet smell of the evening rain is blowing in, my tea sets on the window sill unfinished and cold, tears streak my cheeks, and your book, your beautiful book, Of Mice and Men, rests in my lap.
I went to bed early with the hopes of getting a good night's sleep, only to have those hopes dashed, like so many others in my life, as I was still awake around 11 pm. I decided a cup of chamomile and some reading might help me get to sleep finally. I put the kettle on and walked to the bookshelf, I made a mental note that the shelf is getting low on suitable reading material and to visit the library soon. I studied the few remaining books on the shelf, no, no, no, maybe, no, no, yes!!!! Steinbeck never disappoints!!! The kettle starts to whistle. I pour the tea and settle into my chair with Boots.
I never planned on reading the whole story in one sitting. I never meant for my wife to come out of the bedroom and see me crying like a baby. I never planned on staying up till 1 am, when I need to be up for work at 4 am. I never planned on my tea going cold, and undrunk. Like so many of my best-laid plans though, it all went wrong. Within the first few pages, I was hooked. The first tears were shed early when George took the dead mouse from Lenny. I quickly recovered and was overjoyed when Lenny stood up to that asshole Curley. My happiness peaked when Lenny got the puppy and I thought it would be smooth sailing to the end. Oh how wrong I was! The tears flowed pretty steadily after that. First the puppy, and then that tramp. I was full-on sobbing, nose running, gasping, crying like a baby when George pulled the trigger.
Thank you for all your wonderful writing, and the emotional whirlwind you took me on with this one.
Forever a fan,
Jesse