Everyone warned me it was depressing, but I read it anyway. I read it anyway because each and every one of those people also said
The Road was really great. They were right. With masterstrokes of economic elegance, McCarthy colors his spartan, post-apocalyptic landscape, bringing a barren world to life in all its misery. The characters are developed only as deeply as necessary, showing admirable restraint by the author. Yet even with the barest of bare essentials a character could possess (they don't even have names!), I still found myself pulling for them in a way I seldom do.
The Road is a compact, tightly-wound novel that truly deserves the praise it has received.
