I've only read a little over two hundred pages, but East of Eden is blowing my mind. I never really care about/think of Steinbeck, but this was in a pile of crap around the domicile and it's really stunning. Very modern. I let out a "Jesus Christ!" at something that I read last night and the Bride looked to see where I was and said "Oh, that's nothing! Just wait!" then snickered evilly. Gasp. So now I can start dreading more evil shit.
What's hot is, now that it's a classic and all, it gets covers like this:
Whereas, once, it was so "racy" that it had covers such as:
The truth, as ever, lies somewhere in the middle.
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