A Bad Beggining

To be honest I dreaded the first fifty pages or so of the book. I’m not saying the book had a bad beginning but if it was up to me I would’ve put the book down and moved on to the next, it simply didn’t leave me wanting to read more. I knew it was going to get better since some of my classmates were ahead of me and said the action started further ahead but I had to drag myself into picking up the book again which is something I’ve never done before. The only reason I did it is because you, Mr. Tangen, said it was one of the “best novels ever written!”… or something like that I honestly can’t remember (forgive me for putting word in your mouth).
I don’t want to move on to the post-bring era of the book yet, as for the pre-bring era:
I love the language McCarthy uses and I know I say this a lot about book but I thought it was beautiful (if it was possible I’d marry words, all of them). The character are pretty basic, it’s a father-son relationship where the father is really concerned about what future lies ahead and the kid merely tags along aimlessly, still embracing his infantile ignorance. I hate kids.
I don’t think there were many memorable bits in just this section of the book but out of the ones I managed to capture I think the one that got to me the most was the image of the son taking a bath in the lake and the description of how thin an frail he is. The image immediately made me think of those disturbing pictures you see pretty much everywhere of the starving kids in Africa, with their bloated bellies and heads at least four sized too big for their tiny bodies. To me they always looked like unborn babies, like they weren’t supposed to be alive yet and that’s the reason why they suck at being alive. It’s not their fault. Neither is the son’s.