Originally Posted By: Krista
I finished reading this book yesterday, and I sure am feeling gloomy and depressed today.

At what point does survival simply become "prolonging the inevitable"?

I couldn't harm my child (any child?) but would we want our children to live in a world of ash and cannibalism?

What if one were in a scenario like the one in this book, and you plummet off a cliff leaving your child alone? What if the cannibals don't bother to kill them before roasting them on the fire?

Sheesh. I want to be prepared, but it sure is hard to shake the "What's the point" mentality that this book gave me.



I thought the wife had the right idea.

For a more hopeful take on nuclear war (The Road alluded but never actually stipulated that it was a nuclear catastrophe), watch "Jericho" on DVD.

Jericho, being within the constraints of network television, had its shortcomings. But I think its scenario of limited nuclear attack in which some cities are bombed (23 in the Jericho scenario) and the rest of the country is profoundly affected but not entirely without resources and hope, is less implausible than The Road.

I read The Road in one day on a camping trip. A beautiful sunny day -- it was a helpful antidote to the book's unrelentingly grim landscape.