Grapes of Wrath

It has taken me 20 years since high school but I finally took out the book Grapes of Wrath on my book collection to read.  I must say this book is so bottom licking and ugly that noone can imagine what Steinbeck's mind must have been feeling when he wrote all of these words.  I am going to take a good while to get into this book and do the entire reading, but that said if you read it and imagine what he felt when he wrote this book, you find yourself in a backwards lifestyle that can not ever be recovered and then you realize that you are just the bottom of the flag heap and that you can not ever change your watch in public.  Thats a fact and if you read the whole book and don't browse over the thoughts in the book, you'll just wake up and think its about the dust bowl.  Hell no.  Its a huge work that speaks to the soundness of the whore house in your bedroom that you did not even smell and its growing fat and ugly and it wants more children to see its fat ugly face every day of the year.  Scary huh?  So thats where I am so far and I'm about three or four chapters into the work.  Its about a man named Joad and he really smells like a rat in a maze of freaks and zombies.  That is nuts and this book is the most profoundly interestingly narcissistically ugly works of triumphant literation I have ever vomited into the back of my eye and into my ear too.  So be good and give it what it needs.  It might be the most profound works ever written and thats what I think on chapter three.