The Road

“The Road,” by Cormac McCarthy was a very interesting book. There were so many things that you would miss if you weren’t paying attention. It was not the fact that you missed words, but how they were said in the story. You could almost hear the man speaking. I know that the story wasn’t really the big upper that a lot of people would have liked, but it did leave you with a little glimmer of hope. I know that this is morbid, but some of my favorite parts were where he described certain gory scenes. I could almost see all of the people that were in the basement of the farm house, and I could hear their screams when they cried for help. I know how the man felt for his child and I knew that I would be the same way with my own children. I would keep going for them; I would starve myself so they could eat; and I would sacrifice myself to save them. I know how this man feels for his son; but I don’t know it to the extremes that the father did. The father is the perfect image of what every parent should feel if all hell breaks loose. I enjoyed this book, though it ended in a cheap way.