Cormac McCarthy is one of the greats of our time. This isn’t news to anyone.

If the message of the book can be condensed to one line, it would be “say what you feel, damnit!”

Each time I finish one of these Dad books, I can’t believe how fast the time has gone.

I left with nightmarish visions of the end of days and a new genesis for global events of calamity.

I love my kid dearly, but sometimes I want to scream back. That’s not allowed, so here we are reading this book.

The writing is next level and mind-bogglingly human to its core.

I don’t think I’ve read a clearer book in message and execution before.

A painstakingly researched marvel, Grann uncovers another long lost piece of history.

I’m not sure how I made it though this beautifully strange book without sobbing, but I did.

Hunger, violence, longing, and humor: a coming-of-age concoction that's an unexpectedly perfect blend.

“They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.”

Cormac McCarthy is proof that the rules for writing are only guidelines.

This is an extensive look at the historic franchise, one we are still in the middle of somehow.

Not since reading East of Eden have I felt like I was reading a masterpiece.

I stand here at the end, blown away and overwhelmed.

I had multiple mini-existential crises, imagining all the things that could happen to us on this tiny blue pebble in the big dark forest.

The best parts reflect our own reality, the constant footnotes reminding you this isn’t all that far across the fiction/nonfiction line.

It makes you want to hold someone close, to not take anything for granted. And that’s exactly the kind of stories I like.

I enjoy a nice love story when the mood is right, but this was one for the ages.

It was a staple in my day-to-day in those early months, and a reliable check-in the whole way through.