On the Road Again

I read Cormac McCarthy's The Road for my seminar tomorrow.
Sometimes a book lives up to it's hype, surpasses it and grows and becomes something living, breathing, something that haunts and hunts and is both harrowing and beautiful.
That is what I think it is like.
Sian and I have taken it in turns to suffer blueberries today, so we watched Pocahontas and tried to forget the sad things.