The Road

I read this over two weekends and was much less disturbed by it than I was expecting. I was waiting to have nightmares and feel gross after reading it, but either it wasn‰ЫЄt as bad as everyone said it would be, or I wasn‰ЫЄt as drawn into the world as I could have been. There were some particularly horrifying moments and images, but they didn‰ЫЄt extend beyond the page for me. Some of the ‰Ычpoetic‰ЫЄ writing was clunky, but I liked the overall tone of the book. Scott spoiled the discovery of the [redacted] like three pages before I got there, which probably took some wind out of my sails. The scavenging reminded me of this one phase when I was a kid where I saved scraps of fabric and string and plastic and other random things just in case our house burned down or the world ended or whatever and these scraps suddenly became useful. (I‰ЫЄm not sure how I imagined they would be useful. I can‰ЫЄt comprehend my thinking now. Probably brought on by a book or TV show or something.) Would like to read more Cormac McCarthy eventually.