The Road

I don't think I've read a negative review of The Road and now I understand why. I sobbed uncontrollably when I closed the book, but the afterimage burned into my mind is not the chargrilled infant or the pantry whose shelves are stocked with live humans, but the love of a father for his son. There is such purity in the relationship between the father and the son that in spite of the horrors depicted the beauty in that love can burn through all the ashes.