I recently finished Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road” at my allergist’s office. It turned out to be one of my favorite kinds of genres – “delightfully depressing post apocalyptic vision of America”.
God I loved it.
I think deep down, everyone loves a good end-of-the-world-people-so-crazy-book, as I bet we can all fondly look back at the first time we read “Lord of the Flies”. Piggy was a chunktastic tyke with specs and asthma/‘asthmar’. Like me. Like Piggy, I would probably also be first to die in something like this. I’d also probably be first to willingly resort to cannibalism, even with canned food in abundance, simply because I’m too lazy to find an opener.