This book has been on my to-read list for many years, and I read The Road several years ago and enjoyed that, but this has to be the hardest book I have ever read.
The narrative is a slow-moving story of the Kid as he makes his way across the southeastern USA, sometimes as part of a group, and often by himself. There are bloody engagements with Indians and other minor conflicts, along with a few visits to towns along the way, but much of the text is nothing but endless descriptions of the desolate landscapes.
I have to admit that in the few places where there is dialogue and interaction with other characters, I was often lost. Towards the end of the book, I felt that I was missing one significant event after another, and could no longer even follow the story.
I need to explore the community conversations of this book and try to fill in the missing pieces, or what I just didn't understand.
The writing was excellent, and the despair and destruction of so many travelers during this time through the region was heart-wrenching, but as much as I hate to say this, I may have to just wait until Mr. McCarthy's books are made into movies.