So, I just read Cormac McCarthy's The Road...and yes, I'm behind the curve. I read it after strong reviews from Kara, Chad, and Rich. But in my defense, I normally hate reading fiction; I love stories; I love fiction, I just have no patience to read it. It's sad how much I love TV and movies, and how well I know some of them; for years they have been my surrogate literature. Sadly, I think The Road is the first fictional work I've read from beginning to end since Chocolate Fever. 
All that to say, I'm not qualified to offer any substantial thoughts on literature, but it was the best, most painful story I've come across in a long while. I'll admit to crying more than once. McCarthy paints an astonishingly bleak picture for any reader, but I found it an especially difficult read having my own young son to picture at every darkening turn.
So, I want to add my name to the list of hearty-recommenders. The story and desolate style are phenomenal, with lines like, "cold to crack stones," and "a blackness to hurt you ears with listening." I have no earth-shattering or provocative questions as a starting point, but I’d love to hear thoughts from anyone who has read this book or similarly enjoyable dreary reads.
All that to say, I'm not qualified to offer any substantial thoughts on literature, but it was the best, most painful story I've come across in a long while. I'll admit to crying more than once. McCarthy paints an astonishingly bleak picture for any reader, but I found it an especially difficult read having my own young son to picture at every darkening turn.
So, I want to add my name to the list of hearty-recommenders. The story and desolate style are phenomenal, with lines like, "cold to crack stones," and "a blackness to hurt you ears with listening." I have no earth-shattering or provocative questions as a starting point, but I’d love to hear thoughts from anyone who has read this book or similarly enjoyable dreary reads.
I'd like ot borrow it. Sounds good.
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