I really liked chapter seventeen. It was very descriptive and described all the people moving there as a family. It even says "twenty families became one family." Something like that is just nice to see. There is hospitality amongst a large number of different people, and they are together to survive. You rarely see anything like this today. It is usually just me, me, me for everyone even less fortunate people. The few times you see this are in small, poor, poverty stricken villages or third world countries. I feel like John Steinbeck really hit home with this chapter, and it still has a deep, meaningful message today.
This book though is starting to become very depressing, as I am sure it was when this migration was actually happening. I mean Ma sleeping with her mother's dead body? That is so sad! I am now wishing that Steinback would not be so upfront and descriptive with images like this. It makes the book tough to read and it is depressing.
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