I'm not entirely sure where to begin on this one. I read a lot of reviews before starting it myself, half of them praising it from the mountain tops and the other half absolutely loathing it. I figured, it won the Pulitzer, I'll give it a shot. 

You know that feeling where you decide to meander into the kitchen for some snacks in the middle of a movie, only to come back and have missed some crucial detail, and you don't want to ask what happened and be that guy, so you just kind of watch, confused, until you can put the pieces together? That was like every page of this book. 

McCarthy's writing style is not very concrete. It is very unique, but very vague. For starters, he doesn't name his characters. They are simply the man and the boy. Even when the man is thinking about the boy, he refers to him as the boy. The shear use of "it" to refer to everything except the man and the boy made it quite confusing to understand what exactly McCarthy was referring to. Especially when that thing had not been addressed or even present previously. Like when describing the ocean. It took me like four pages to truly grasp that that was the "it" he was referring to. 

Being that as it was, it took me a decent amount to get into the swing of this book. The whole thing can be read in an afternoon though, so it wasn't too much of a labor. Having finished, reading the reviews on the back and on Goodreads felt like reading snippets from high school book reports. Embellishing, finding wonder and depth where there isn't necessarily any because they have to figure out "what the author meant". I enjoyed the book, but I wouldn't say I was enraptured. I thought the story interesting, but I would laud him for his prose, his development of characters or flow of story. I don't know. I'm just kind of... lukewarm about the whole thing. Didn't love it and didn't hate it.

p.s. It swore a handful of times, along with taking the Lord's name in vain a few times. Nothing over the top I would say though, considering the subject matter. Compared to Your Heart is a Muscle the Size of Your Fist, it was a welcome reprieve.