The Road by Cormac McCarthy almost broke me in the first 50 pages. The writing style with zero punctuation and the relentless bleakness had me questioning why I was putting myself through it. But I kept going because a buddy at work wouldn’t shut up about how it changed his perspective on everything. Around page 80 something just clicked – the sparse dialogue started feeling more real than most novels, and the father-son relationship hit way harder than I expected. By the end I was completely wrecked in the best way possible. Now I recommend it to everyone even though I warn them about that brutal first chunk.
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The Road by Cormac McCarthy almost broke me in the first 50 pages. The writing style with zero punctuation and the relentless bleakness had me questioning why I was putting myself through it. But I kept going because a buddy at work wouldn’t shut up about how it changed his perspective on everything. Around page 80 something just clicked – the sparse dialogue started feeling more real than most novels, and the father-son relationship hit way harder than I expected. By the end I was completely wrecked in the best way possible. Now I recommend it to everyone even though I warn them about that brutal first chunk.