I was at a wedding last week, on the beach. Waves! Friends! Tecates! I was finally starting to unwind.

And then I did something very bad.

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I picked up Cormac McCarthy’s The Road.

Holy moly.

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Ever wonder what the world would look like should we reach the global warming tipping point? Or what peak oil in full effect might mean for you and yours?

Wonder no longer. A grimmer, more terrifying dystopian tale I have never read.

Read it and weep.

And weep some more.

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Because in the end, nothing is more sad than love, and this is a love story to end all love stories. You will cry for the son. You will cry for the father. But mostly you will cry for yourself, the earth, and all that we have to lose.

Anyone got a good pick-me-up book?