Road trippin' Atwood style

I've been reading Cat's Eye by Margaret Atwood, because I felt like I ought to be more familiar with her work because I am a Canadian English major. Anyway, I came across this sweet excerpt:

"My brother Stephen sits in the front seat, beside the partly open window. He smells of peppermint LifeSavers; underneath that is his ordinary smell, of cedarwood lead pencils and wet sand. Sometimes he throws up into paper bags, or beside the road if my father can stop the car in time. He gets carsick and I do not, which is why he has to sit in the front."

I love the description of his smell. And the creepiness of barfing in a paper bag. Wouldn't that soak through? Anyway, so far I'm liking Atwood's writing. I read her novel Alias Grace, last week. It's decent.