I started reading Cormac McCarthy’s The Road last night, and I should be done with it later on today. I was expecting an extended opus like Stephen King’s The Stand based on reviews I had read about the novel, but I think I had this misconception because the reviewers kept mentioning the sisyphean drudgery of the characters and journey in The Road. Instead, The Road is a short book with spare sentences and paragraphs. Its atmosphere reminds me of the comic book series The Walking Dead. As I turned on the light this morning at 5:30 am to read more of The Road, my 5-year old son came running in to my room and jumped in my bed. I pulled him close and smelled his hair. This was real. I appreciate the love between us, and that’s what The Road is ultimately about – the love between a father and his son.
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