In a word: Bleak
I don't think I've ever read a Pulitzer prize-winning book before. I was probably too busy with true crime and non-fiction or something.
Anyway. The novel is about a father and young son traveling across a post-apocalyptic landscape, heading for the ocean. We never learn exactly why the world has turned to ash, the trees have been burnt to a crisp, and the remaining humans scavenge whatever they can find, including other humans.
It was a really quick read, because McCarthy's writing is like one long run-on sentence sometimes interrupted with punctuation. It's a little off-putting at first, but you get used to the way the words sort of bump into each other to form the novel. I also dont understand why he doesnt like to use apostrophes in contractions.
It's not a horror novel, but it's still frightening because the possibility of some sort of global destruction is more real than we'd like to admit.
The novel was kinda depressing. You can't expect a post-apocalyptic story to be filled with sunshine. This one isn't, in case you were wondering. The entire book is one big swath of gray, and cold, and wet.
Still; recommended. I have a feeling I'm going to wait for the movie to come to DVD though, and watch it on a bright shiny day with some soup and a sandwich, pausing every few moments to scritch my cat underneath her chin.

tired
excited
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contemplative
lazy