The RoadBook - 2006
A father and his son walk alone through burned America. Nothing moves in the ravaged landscape save the ash on the wind. It is cold enough to crack stones, and when the snow falls it is gray. The sky is dark. Their destination is the coast, although they don't know what, if anything, awaits them there. 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.
The Road is the profoundly moving story of a journey. It boldly imagines a future in which no hope remains, but in which the father and his son, "each the other's world entire," are sustained by love. Awesome in the totality of its vision, it is an unflinching meditation on the worst and the best that we are capable of: ultimate destructiveness, desperate tenacity, and the tenderness that keeps two people alive in the face of total devastation.
From Library Staff
ArapahoeTeens May 15, 2018
AP Literature and Composition
A dark look at post-apocalyptic America as a father and son head south to the coast. Can their love for each other save them as they travel through a cold, barren wasteland with little food, dodging and hiding from marauding bandits?
ArapahoeJeremiah Aug 09, 2016
A post-apocalyptic tale, more like a fable, that follows a man and his young son on their journey through a barren wasteland to the sea. Most of the world has been destroyed by an unmentioned disaster, leaving only ashes and death. Along the way, the man and the boy struggle for survival and enco... Read More »
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So many people rate this highly, but I just couldn't appreciate a graphic depiction of a post apocalyptic America. Maybe it was my state of mind but when I read, I don't want something dead depressing no matter how well written.
A boy and his father struggle to survive in a post-apocalyptic United States.
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The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening.
This is my child, he said. I was a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job.