'I seen hunderds of men come by on the road an' on the ranches, with their bindles on their back an' that same damn thing in their heads. Hunderds of them. They come, an' they quit an' go on; an' every damn one of 'em's got a little piece of land in his head. An' never a God damn one of 'em ever gets it. Just like heaven. Ever'body wants a little piece of lan'. I read plenty of books out there. Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody never gets no land. It's just in their head.' 'Such a perfect book.' Nick Hornby 'A thriller, a gripping tale that you will not set down until it is finished.' New York Times 'Human, uninhibited, bawdy and compassionate.' Daily Telegraph 'A novelist who is also a true poet.' Sunday Times Also available in this series- East of Eden The Grapes of Wrath The Pearl The Moon is Down