Everyone should read this book at least once. But not right after you've eaten a big meal...take my word for it. Not because it is grotesque or crass (well, sometimes it is a little bit), but because the scenes where the narrator describes how thin they are or what little they have to eat, it's sad. And may leave a feeling of guilt for having a full stomach.
It took me a little while to really get into the story, maybe about 30 pages. Usually if a story doesn't grab me right away I dread going on. Not the case with this one. Even though I wasn't completely taken from page one I knew it was going to be a good read. And it was.
I never once doubted this father's love for his son throughout the story. He would do anything to keep them going and living.
There are no chapters. That bothered me at first, but then it started to make sense. Chapters are breaks in the story, and there are no breaks in this one. It just keeps going, they just keep going. And there is very little dialogue for a book of 287 pages. The descriptions and narration are as dire as they are beautiful.
There is no explanation of what happened to the world. So if you only like stories with every detail explained, and the biggest one in this book is not, I wouldn't read it. McCarthy's take on apocalyptic event are great. I really think it shows just how far humans will go to survive.
"Ten thousand dreams ensepulchred within their crozzled hearts. They went on. Treading the dark world under like rats on a wheel. The nights dead still and deader black. So cold. They hardly talk at all."