I just finished reading East of Eden. It is a 600 page book that took me only 7 days to read, and I was taking my time. I am usually a fast reader, but with this one I couldn't speed my way through it or put it down.
I don't really want to write about the themes in the book. I am writing because I feel the need to do something. I certainly can't read anything else at this moment. I can't watch anything either. I've tried, and my mind won't let me drop the story of the Trask family. I'm stuck at work while my mind races and hits walls and collapses in on itself and then returns to racing. I love it. I love that people can tell stories that ring the bell of truth so hard that it hurts, builds, and tears down all at the same time. Not many things give me more joy than the experience I had today, and I just wanted to write that down.
