John Steinbeck: East of Eden

Maybe this time the text of the dedication is enough, Steinbeck says the truth in it - this book contains everything:

"Dear Pat,
You came upon me carving some kind of little figure out of wood and you said, "Why don't you make something for me?"
I asked you what you wanted, and you said, "A box."
"What for?"
"To put things in."
"What things?"
"Whatever you want," you said.
Well, here's your box. Nearly everything I have is in it, and it is not full. Pain and excitement are in it, and feeling good or bad and evil thoughts and good thoughts—the pleasure of design and some despair and the indescribable joy of creation.
And on top of these are all the gratitude and love I have for you.
And still the box is not full."

The superbly written life stories revolve around one central thought, which is the freedom of choice of man. Maybe the reason why I can't write more about it is that this book is indescribably beautiful.