I Hate You, John Steinbeck

  In school, even though I am in a tenth-grade honors English class, we read Of Mice and Men, and I finished it in two days. Not even two whole days. Two class periods, which comes roughly out to eighty minutes, less because of time spent doing other things, about ten minutes every day. So it took, like, an hour. 
  And in the beginning I was all, "Oh, cool, these guys are friends even though you can't have friends 'cause you move around so much to find work" and stuff. It seemed like some sort of early road-trip buddy story. 
  And then I got to the end. 
  WHAT THE HECK, JOHN STEINBECK??? I HATE THE BOOK NOW! NOW IT JUST MAKES ME SAD TO THINK ABOUT IT! AHHHHH!!!
  That's what I said to myself the second I finished it. I even went back and reread it like three times to make sure I had read it right. Unfortunately, I did. 
  Oh, shoot. Now I'm all sad and everything. Darn it. 
  I know he shot him 'cause he loved him and everything, and it was a mercy killing, but God, does that thing get to you! And you know how there are books you can read and reread the beginning and middle part of and ignore the ending and come up with your own because you didn't like it or whatever? This is not one of those books. The ending is what it is: Lennie getting his (admittedly small) brain blown out by his best friend, George, to save him. NOOOO!!!!!!!!! You can't reread it then because you know what will happen! It taints the whole gosh darn thing. 
  My friend finished it too, and we were freaking out about it in the hallway after school, which is like the only time we get to see each other. It was horrible. I mean, I know he's not a real guy or anything, but you get attached to the big, dumb lovable dude after the first, like, ten seconds, and if you don't you probably don't have a soul. And then he dies. 
  It's pretty sad. 
  I am so emotionally scarred from reading this book that, in the series I am writing (see www.thedemonicsquirrel.net for more information) I have decided to give them another dog, besides Connor the Rottweiler, and he is big, dumb, and lovable, and I have named him Lennie. So there. Take that, John Steinbeck, you soulless turd, you. That's what you get for making me cry and get all emotionally scarred and everything. I name a dog after your main character. 
  I don't quite see how that's punishment, but I guess it'll have to do, since the guy's dead already and I can't do anything else to him.... 
  CURSE YOU, JOHN STEINBECK, FOR MAKING ME WEEP UNCONTROLLABLY!!!!!!!!!!!

"Tell me about the rabbits, George." *Teardrop*