I’m still reading this, but everytime I see this on my page I think, “I really wish I could edit the ‘Oprah’s Book Club’ part off of this entry.” I get really tired of seeing that. I mean Oprah’s opinion is the only one that really matters, right? Geez.

Haunting and bleak, as others have mentioned.

It seemed liked McCarthy wrote this (my speculation only) because he was readjusting to life after having a child (as I’m told all parents do because life means something completely different to them) and trying to figure out how he would be a parent if the worst happens one day.

Overall, a great piece with a somewhat unsatisfying ending.

I liked how he never told us how the world got destroyed. Like it really didn’t matter because it couldn’t be fixed now anyway.

Made me think about metaphysical cannibals.

Made me look at birds differently.