“The compelling story of two outsiders striving to find their place in an unforgiving world. Drifters in search of work, George and his simple-minded friend Lennie have nothing in the world except each other and a dream–a dream that one day they will have some land of their own. Eventually they find work on a ranch in California’s Salinas Valley, but their hopes are doomed as Lennie, struggling against extreme cruelty, misunderstanding and feelings of jealousy, becomes a victim of his own strength” (GoodReads).
When I was thirteen, my mom “made” me read Of Mice and Men. It wasn’t like you could really “make” me read anything; honestly, I’d read whatever I could get my hands on. I wasn’t picky. However, I was sticking to the same genre (Harry Potter’s it’s own genre, right? Just kidding…).
Anyway, my mom gave me this book to read, and I read it in a day. I was engrossed, even though it wasn’t something I’d normally pick up for myself. I usually picked up fantasy or supernatural books as a kid. I wasn’t all that crazy about realistic fiction.
Of Mice and Men was different for me. It’s one of those books I’ve reread several times. I found myself absorbed in Lennie and George’s friendship. It was so pure. I think that’s what I liked most about it, their friendship. To me, it’s the true driver of the novel. It isn’t as much about the plot as it is about their relationship and George’s duty to Lennie.
Most of all, it’s a book that won’t leave you. It’s just so emotionally powerful, and those are my favorite kinds of books. If you haven’t yet, check it out from the library, borrow it from a friend, buy it. Because honestly, I think it’s one of those books you should just read.