it's been one of those days

so. i finally finished the road.

i've gotta say it put me through a crazy amount of emotions... i feel like this book really resonated with the part of me that feels things. i was so sad and depressed at the world that was painted for me through mccarthy's words, not because it is something that i fear, but something that more and more i am thinking is a possiblity with the way we are treating ourselves (plus the other influences that i put upon myself during the time of this sporatic read (book of eli... design futurings... anything that shares the vision of a dystopian future...)). but i guess that is not what depressed me, it was more just the fact that a child had to be going through a world with no hope. but that was the initial feelings... i got over that, and whenever 'luck' came across them and they were able to get food, shelter and supplies, i was super happy for them and really hoped they would continue on the path that they were on, or that they would stay there for as long as they could (like the bunker in the middle of the yard... how fun..). and oh my goodness... as i know myself, i can't handle interactions between a father and son without getting emotional, so throughout the whole book i had the nagging fear that one or both would die at any moment, so when it actually came time for the inevitable, i had a lion king simba/mufasa moment of tears before i could come to the conclusion that a book riddled with hopelessness however sad, brings a great amount of joy when it provides an ending with anything slightly resembling hope. like talking a drink of water after being thirsty for a very long time. all in all when i wasn't reading the book i found myself analyzing everything for it's usage if a situation like this should happen... imagining where i'd go and who i'd want with me.. how i could carry the fire.. oh. oh man. exhaustively exciting and terrifying.

OTHER than that what you all said about the book is flippin hammer on the head of the nail... so good... nice'n simple and quick... i think i want to read more of what he has written. i've never enjoyed something so poetic and cold. hooray for blankets. blankets forever.

((i don't know if i'm gonna be able to handle reading catcher right now... mebe i'll have some free reading time after march, when i'm not busting my stuff up for show'n sale and trying to maintain passing grades- but once march is done and the next book is decided i'll be right back at it with you lovelies.))