So, this week I read an Oprah Book Club recommendation, The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. I didn’t like it. Not one little bit. The reviews were wonderful for it though, which leaves me rather confused. It was an easy read, the writing was good, and his descriptions were amazing, but holy hell it was depressing and dark and dreary. Pages and pages and pages of dark and dreary, and oh do I mean pages and pages. That’s totally not an exaggeration. My friend Michelle was reading this same book when we last spoke and I was embarrassed to admit that I had just finished it and hated it. I mean really, you should read the reviews, they go on and on about how inspiring the book is. I didn’t see it. Not even a little bit. DEPRESSING. SAD. DARK. And it ended that way too. I am normally very forgiving of books and enjoy just about everything I read, but not so much this one. I would recommend not wasting your time, unless ofcourse you enjoy that kind of thing, than have at it!
I’m going back to finishing the entire collection of Jodi Picoult’s books, thank you very much. So far I’ve read 5 or 6 of her books in a row and she has yet to fail me.