Tonight, I finished The Road. I sobbed uncontrollably at the end of the book because it is so ridiculously sad. Dan laughed at me, but he hugged me.
"I must console you as a husband," he said.
For some crazy reason, he's decided to read the book. I wept openly for the last ten pages, and he kept saying, "Don't tell me what happens! Don't tell me!"
I had already told him about the terrible cannibals and the dead baby on a spit and the death of the father, so I'm not sure what else there is to tell.
"This is the most terrible book I've ever read in my life," I sobbed.
Dan asked if I wanted a picture of myself with tears streaming down my face holding the goddamn Road. The answer to that question was a big fat NO.
2 comments:
should i read it? it's still sitting on the table staring at me.
Viggo was on Mother Jones podcast this week talking about the movie and about his career. fyi.
On another note, I listened to Shef's podcast with some second graders today. they loved it.
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