I know you are all now signed up at the library to be next on the list for The Road by Cormac McCarthy and I have a few more things to say.
I took a walk today and I was seeing differently. I spoke to my friend who recommended it and she said the same thing. There is something about the grayness in the book that brings the colors we all share even more alive. I noticed the plants by the bay differently, more distinctly and felt drawn into the rhythm and play of the water and waves. It is hard to explain. I also noticed strollers carrying more stuff than they usually had in their shopping cart in the book, and that is how the book begins, so I give nothing away.
My friend said, too, how the book endows somehow with new awareness. I felt a different rhythm in my step, knowing I had fuel for my body, and even if I didn't, it is amazing what I can do. The book is inspiring somehow. My friend said she appreciated the book, rather than enjoyed it, and I think that is a fair distinction. The language is a treat, and somehow it affects the eyes and how we live, breathe, and see.