Sorry everybody, but I have to give another crusty old ninja book review. I started the novel The Grapes of Wrath, by whiney early twentith century crybaby John Steinbeck. Like most novels I read, the title captures me. I mean, The Grapes of Wrath!!! Not only are grapes an awesome fruit, because they are probably the only bite-sized fruit there is, and their deliciousness level is rolling high on the tounge charts, but the word "Wrath" is there too. As in, "Feel my wrath, Nik" *Back Kicked*. So I was looking forward to it--maybe it would be about a badass wine manufacturer who beats the crap out of anyone who gives him lip, or a military superweapon project which trains supergrapes to become super-strong and beat the super-crap out of people. So I started to read...

          No. No supergrapes. No badass wine manufacturing. No anything. Literally nothing. As in, they have no jobs/money/future/happiness. "Boo-Hoo! The dust bowl has ruined our crops! Let's go mope about it, that will solve all our problems." Idiots...Maybe they should get their act together and STOP BEING FARMERS. I mean, it seems like 1 out of every 2 people in the past was a farmer, like how in the future 1 out of every 2 people is a bounty hunter (according to the animes that i've seen, at least. Why would they lie to me?). Get a job that doesn't depend so much on the fact that there's no dust bowls, because in reality there will be.

          So i was reading the early chapters and stopped at a certain passage about describing a scene on the ground with the bugs and such. And sudenly it goes into this long description about a turtle. Huh? A turtle? It went so deep I thought that the turtle was a major character. But as it ends up, the main characters include a bunch of babies who wouldn't know Stop-being-farmers-you-idiots-its-the-great-depression if it axe kicked them in the face. The only real protagonist in the story is Franklin Delano Roosevelt. I mean, he was president during the Great Depression and World War 2--and his legs didn't even work!!! Did he let a little setback stop him? No way! He literally fisticuffed the depression and kicked it's Black Tuesday, Stand-In-Line-For-Apples ass.

          In conclusion, don't read this book. The only way Steinbeck could have a worse book is if he titled it something that dies in the first chapter. Hmm....sounds familiar.