I know I'm supposed to mark this "It was amazing!" because it's won the Pulitzer and many other prizes, but frankly, I forced myself through it. I'm sure that, were I in a different frame of mind (although I don't know what frame that would be), I'd find this amazing and mind-boggling and truly commentative about life and society. Mostly it was just morose. McCarthy's nonstop sentence fragments were jarring. I see stylistically how that works, but I found myself rewriting everything as I went along to make the narrative flow. McCarthy pulled no punches and I can appreciate that, even though it made me want to puke and die at times. I can't recommend it, but if you're interested in depressing dystopic tragedy, get on it.