For this week’s combined Friday meme I have chosen The Road by Cormac McCarthy. I just picked this book up this week and am thinking about starting to read it this weekend. The only other McCarthy book I have read is No Country for Old Men, which was pretty good, although quite violent. I don’t know much about The Road, but if it is like No Country then I’ll enjoy it as well. GoodReads gives the following brief synopsis:
A father and his son walk alone through burned America. Nothing moves in the ravaged landscape save the ash on the wind. It is cold enough to crack stones, and when the snow falls it is gray. The sky is dark. Their destination is the coast, although they don’t know what, if anything, awaits them there. They have nothing; just a pistol to defend themselves against the lawless bands that stalk the road, the clothes they are wearing, a cart of scavenged food—and each other.
Now on to this weeks excerpts:
Book Beginnings is hosted by Gilion at Rose City Reader, who invites anyone to join in, saying: ‘Please join me every Friday to share the first sentence (or so) of the book you are reading, along with your initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of the book, or anything else the opener inspires. Please remember to include the title of the book and the author. Leave a link to your post. If you don’t have a blog, but want to participate, please leave a comment with your Book Beginning.’
The beginning of The Road:
When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he’d reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him. Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before.
From this start I get the sense that this is going to be a fairly dark read. Time will tell.
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56.
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don’t spoil it) that grabs you.
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It’s that simple.
From page 56 of The Road:
The man had already dropped to the ground and he swung with him and leveled the pistol and fired from a two-handed position balanced on both knees at a distance of six feet. The man fell back instantly and lay with blood bubbling from the hole in his forehead. The boy was lying in his lap with no expression on his face at all.
I think I will like this book. It seems to be in the same vein as No Country for Old Men. So, I’ll hopefully get going with it over the weekend as time allows.