Yesterday I read The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck. It was gripping and moving and the most of all, grim. Today grim thoughts and images fill my mind. I don't often read grim books because it takes me days to get out of my melancholy over the depravity of man. Pearl S. Buck made me think about how grateful I am to live when I do and have such a wonderful husband and for my daughter to have such a wonderful father.