Steinbeck wrote Of Mice and Men as a sort of novel/play hybrid. Some call it a novella or a novelette.
Whatever you settle on, I cannot think of another book where everything is telegraphed for you with frighteningly increased awareness and tension, and yet, you still hold out desperately for that happy ending.
It must be the teacher in me. Is it because I bring to the book my hopes for all of you to achieve your American Dreams?
No, like Lenny, I just love rabbits.