the first 40 pages of 'The Road'...

I've started reading 'The Road' by Cormac McCarthy. Who would have thought I'd ever read a novel about postapocalyptic America? Wow, such descriptive language in that novel. It has such dreary undertones though...I keep wondering if there's hope for daddy and son. But the language is awesome; I can picture everything so vividly and the relationship between the man and his son is the most beautiful thing ever. Their love for each other is what keeps them warm at night, and Gods love too, even though the man doubts that. Read this section of the blurb: "They have nothing; just a pistol to defend themselves against the lawless bands that stalk the road, the clothes they are wearing, a cart of scavenged food - and each other." *sniff sniff*