Yet anther example of a book off the 1001 list that I probably would not have gotten to otherwise. That's not to say it shouldn't be a classic, or that it isn't really well written. It was just too straight forward depressing. There wasn't a whole lot of things to remember, or a lot of world building details to gawk at.

Of Mice and Men is a story about two fairly average guys, in a pretty nondescript setting, slowly being ground down by life as life is apt to do. So despite the fact that this simplicity makes the book that much more powerful and timeless, it just wasn't an engaging read for me.

I am glad I read it though, and I think my life will probably be richer for it. Not only because it gets referenced all the time, but also because it strikes me as being one of those stories that becomes more meaningful the longer you have to think about it. Even now, barely 24 hours after I finished it, I am enjoying having read that story more now then I did initially.

This book is going straight back on my reread pile.