I’m within twenty-five pages of finishing this book and it’d be done a lot sooner (though I think I’ve broken a record here, at least for close reading versus the good old days when I read a book in a day but didn’t learn much) if I didn’t have to jump up every few pages and share via a post:
If you don’t put down the knife and get away from the cart, the man said, I’m going to blow your brains out. The thief looked at the child and what he saw was very sobering to him. He laid the knife on top of the blankets and backed away and stood. (p. 215)
Dear God, what has the journey done to this boy?
Now you see why McCarthy won the Pulitzer?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology