how a book 2 could also be a book 5 or maybe even book 1
However you read it, though, it is worth reading. It's a story woven with self-acceptance, and earnestness, both of which I find sorely lacking in these strange times.
However you read it, though, it is worth reading. It's a story woven with self-acceptance, and earnestness, both of which I find sorely lacking in these strange times.
Morning was muzzled by heavy fog, and it was so quiet that foxes still slunk through Earlham Cemetery. Lennie always appreciated their flickers of orange against the stark gravestones, but seeing them wasn't a given. Much like a pickpocket, they didn't prefer to be visible.
It was bluster. In secret, Lennie shrank from the thought of meeting any Cambridge 'colleagues' and compensated by maintaining they would gladly fight any of them. If David understood Lennie's bombast came from fear of inadequacy, he was graceful enough not to address it.
With that wild, dark hair and those greenish-brown eyes that caught the light, Tom and David must have made a beautiful, if contrasting, picture together. David's eyes were pale blue, his hair a deep gold—
In their heart, they really were a simple creature. They wanted more of what felt good.