What a read. I have never, outside the Gospel, read of anything so amazingly threaded in loss, love, conviction, terror, mystery and desperate strength than The Road. I didn’t want it to end. Three days and I am sitting with the book wondering how it could be possible to continue reading, like maybe there is some epic sequel or something. It was fantastic, and if I read anything in three days, in my terms, it has to be fantastic. Great book. I bought it as a gift for my brother and am wondering if I give it to him will I ask him to give it back when he is done. The ending is horribly perfect, and I always struggle with books that leave so much to the imagination because my mind is big, just the way God wanted it to be. It’s like I’m am tortured by the vastness of my own creativity, hardly grasping what I can fathom yet confused by the reality side of my mind. That made sense to me, anyway. My mind will race tonight, as usual, and my need to go camping has just shot up 1000%. I give a good rating, I don’t know how to number it, but it is a MUST READ if you ask me. Which you didn’t, but if you do ask me, I’ll tell you to read it.
Props to prose because it makes writing easy.