I couldn't finish it and I'm not happy about it.
I can't state exactly where I gave up since I kept trying and frankly I've seen the movie and it's such a perfect replica of the book that the two have grown together in my mind like conjoined twins.
I could say a really good movie ruined a really good book, but everything else being equal I could have kept reading except for two stylistic idiosyncracies: fragments and a lack of quotation marks. I know, I know it's McCarthy's style to say: "In the compressed air motes and heat distortion. A low haze of shimmering dust and pollen." I get it--it's an oral tale and Sheriff's Bell narration works just fine, but those sections are in italics, a clear signal that this is a different mode. But in the end this is a book, it is print, it is text. Read it outloud to me and I'll listen to the end. I just can't read it.
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Random House and Paramount
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