I finished The Road by Cormac McCarthy this weekend. It wasn't bad, but it just sort of....ended. The entire book was this incredible journey of survival, then the last ten pages were...anti-climactic? Maybe it's just me. My mom and I were in Barnes and Noble this weekend and she made me buy some "fluffy" reads because she thinks I'm reading books that are too depressing (The Reader, The Road). So now I'm on to The Little Lady Agency. Talk about a one-eighty :)