'The Road' by Cormac McCarthy
May 12 - 13, 287 pages
This book is gripping. Intense. Harrowing. Once I started I found it hard to stop, you just can't look away. I really felt for the two characters, willing them on, wishing them warmth and food. I recommend this novel. It is quite brilliant.
My only objection is the serious lack of apostrophes; it was all 'cant', 'dont' and 'wont' when it came to them. Otherwise, great. 'You forget what you want to remember and remember what you want to forget.'
'The Tempest' by William Shakespeare
May 15 - 16, 87 pages
We both know I could gush about Mr Shakespeare for years. I especially enjoyed the epilogue, asking the audience to 'release' him 'with the help of your good hands.'
Both of these books had me up reading late at night because I just had to finish them. I love it when a book can do that, but I don't appreciate it so much in the morning.
Here are some lines I enjoyed from 'The Tempest':
'A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!' (When it comes to insults, the Bard has undoubtedly the best of them all)
'Your tale, sir, would cure deafness'
'He receives comfort like cold porridge'
'You cram these words into mine ears against / The stomach of mine sense.'