I received Cormac McCarthy's The Road for my birthday from my uncle in the mail last. We've had a running debate of sorts over the years that I will never enjoy the books that he sends me, mostly because I always feel that he is under the impression that unless an author is dead, they can't be considered a good writer.
So this year, he sent me The Road. He sent a note along with it, saying that even though Cormac McCarthy is still living, I still probably won't like the book. How wrong he is. I sat down towards the end of the night last night to just give the first couple of pages a try, and when I looked up at the clock, it was 1am and I had read half of the book. If I hadn't had to go to work in the morning, I probably would have just stayed up to finish it. What I've read so far is amazing. The sense of desolation that McCarthy imparts is immediate, making the few moments of happiness for the father and his son truly shine through.
If you have never read this book before, based on what I've read so far, I'd highly recommend it. I highly doubt the second half is going to be disappointing. I'll have it finished by the weekend and talk about it at my Sunday Salon.
I simply want to read.
I'll more than likely occasionally post on here what I've been reading, and if there is something that really blows my mind, I'll probably have more to say about it and may write up a proper post, but for right now, things are going to be very quiet around here.
As always, happy reading!
2017 editI will continue to blog according to my health and ability, and connecting my posts thru Goodreads, so please be patient if things get quiet around here again this year. 2017 edit #2I am happy to report that my bone marrow transplant was a success and that I'm feeling more like myself everyday. That said, I'm going to try to start blogging a little more frequently, but please bare with me as I still continue to recover.