The Road

I finished reading this book last night (read it for 2 days) after putting reading it off for few months. Can you believe I actually said (out loud) that I don't like it? I mean, who am I to say so when all these big critics are giving it excellent reviews?! It even won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, for earth's sake. Oh well, let me explain.

It's not that it's not good. It is, in fact, one of the greatest ever written, in my opinion (it won't win the Pulitzer Prize for nothing!). It's just that the whole time I was reading it, I was feeling so low like it's the end of the world or something (actually, the book talks about apocalypse or something). And I couldn't help but feel sad about what's happening in the story and I all these questions about why this why that and who this who that and everything that is not really answered. Of course, I understand that all my questions are not directly answered because it's not really the point of the story. I mean, (I think) it's really about love that keeps you going even when there literally is no hope so that questions like how come or who did this and why are not really relevant. They just happened so what are we gonna do sort of thing.

This is the first book that I experienced that really literally haunted me. After reading it I dreamed about it, I couldn't stop thinking about it, I even searched the net about it, and here I am blogging about it. It keeps me thinking and feeling long after I've done reading it and as I do I begin to really understand. Wow, I like it after all. It's nothing I've ever experienced.

So there, you should read it.