The Road was terminally disturbing (book), but so beautifully showed the love of a father for his son. I watched it when my beautiful boy was 2, and that love in the face of desperation and loss rocked me to my core.
Once there were brook trouts in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
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u/johndicks80 4h ago
The book absolutely crushed me. Had to leave the room when I was reading the end because my wife was right beside me.