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There is no later. This is later. All things that of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. So, he whispered to the sleeping boy, I have you.

In a post apocalyptic world, a man and his son walk the ruined and damaged earth of charred trees, ashy waters. Scavenging for food and always on the move, always hoping. This book is so stark and depressing that I had to read it in bits and portions but still has such heartbreakingly tender moments.

I have never rooted for characters in fiction as I did for the pair and McCarthy's ability to deliver breathtaking yet precise words without overbearing paragraphs delving into description is outstanding.

I found it interesting that McCarthy does not use quotation marks or semi colons in his prose. A great introduction to a brilliant writer, I hope to read more of his works.