The End.The man (main character) is at his weakest point in the story, he has been growing weaker throughout the story, but is showing no signs of getting better at this point. The Man and his Boy continue walking down The Road until the man lays down and dies. The man actually passes away while looking at the stars.
Throughout all of the book there is a sense of a chaotic calm as they would walk through empty neighborhoods that had an obvious story to tell. The man's dreams were also commonly brought up in the story. The dreams seem to usually be something from his past and just really looking back at what once was so great rather than finding a way to fix what they had now. A theme that could be used for this novel could be something along the lines of a better past. I mean this in the sense that they were stuck constantly seeing the ruins of this once beautiful world; they never really get to look at something new or think of a future. This book was honestly one of my favorites. I was able to focus on something that I could have found boring. It had so much going on but treated it all as if it were nothing. This is something I wouldn't recommend to everyone, though would gladly recommend to those who enjoy reading genres such as surreal and supernatural. I already made a connection from this book to Don't Close Your Eyes, the best book ever, but if you liked reading The Road, I recommend you read that.
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In the book, The Road, a father and son are on a journey through post-apocalypse. While the readers explore the terrain, the author explores what makes a family. By the end, however, we see that a family is more than blood when the Dad dies due to unknown conditions, (Not Age, nor sickness,) leaving the boy alone with a new family, who adopt him as their own. This book reminds me of the book Don't Close Your Eyes by Lisa Mcmann, not because of the story, but because of the familiar writing style. I fell in love with the short stops and altered writing, and stayed for the diverse and alluring plot lines. The similarities I see in the world today is the unconditional bond in family during disasters.
I'm going to comment on Peter and Bre's posts The road is about a father and son on the road together as a family on the road. So far, this book takes place on earth. The time period is post modern era, after what is believed to be a fallout. So far, this is the most immersive dystopian novel because it removes the quotation marks. I will comment on Peter and Piper's things.
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Fury as mock TERROR attack is staged at London awards ceremony – on anniversary of Westminster killings By Brittany Vonow AN awards ceremony has been slammed after staging a mock terror attack - on the anniversary of the Westminster killings. The "entertainment" featured foul-mouthed hosting encapsulated violence, bullying, placing individuals under duress and crass gender-stereotyping. Crowds were left "visibly disturbed" by the supposed entertainment at the UK Rail Industry Awards with winners since returning their awards in protest. Five people died on March 22 last year after sick terrorist Khalid Masood ploughed through crowds on Westminster Bridge before stabbing a police officer. Attendees of the event also said they were upset as women paraded around in provocative leather outfits. The National Training Academy for Rail also spoke out, with Simon Rennie, General Manager, saying there had been serious "poor judgment". Network Rail and Chiltern Railways announced they will boycott next year's event after the grossly out of touch entertainment. I will comment on Breanna and Mathew's news stories. Fox
Jan 22, 2018 11:56 PM Eminem slams NRA in iHeartRadio performance: 'They love their guns more than our children' Eric Cheung This article is about Eminem's diss on the NRA, saying "They love their guns more than they love our children." Marshal Mathers, or Eminem, added a freestyle lyric to his song, nowhere fast, describing his political opinion based on the recent school shootings. The organizer of the performance, a survivor of the shooting, said he was tied of politicians giving their thoughts and prayers, so instead Eminem gave his own. Alex Moscou said he and other survivors were “tired of hearing politicians sending their thoughts and prayers to us, and doing nothing to make the necessary changes to prevent this tragedy from happening again.” Eminem also took notice of the fact that the NRA also funded polititians in the past. “This whole country is going nuts, and the NRA is our way/They’re responsible for this whole production/They hold the strings, they control the puppet/And they threaten to take donor bucks/So they know the government won’t do nothing and no one’s budging/Gun owners clutching their loaded weapons/They love their guns more than our children,” rapped Eminem. Unfortunately, this isnt the first time eminem spoke out, and i dont think it will be the last. My Alice in wonderland mini sequelAlice gasped as the steaming mounds were placed before her. The baker, whom she called Cheshire, for his too-wide smile; delicately frosted humble letters onto the tiny doughnuts. Alice’s delicate, snowy skin reached to caress the rough, baked tray, when a calloused, brown hand clenched her wrist, her fingertips warming from the sheer proximity to the heated metal. Alice giggled as her hand was gently led away by her caretaker, Mr Miller. He waltzed little Alice over to her chair in the familiar four-step, Alice’s frilly dress ruffling as she spun. “My dear Alice, Do you know what day it is?” Mr Miller asked. Alice’s brain was hit with multitudinous thoughts at once. Tuesday? No, that was two days ago. Is it Docking Day? No again, The boat docked in India a week ago. Alice extended her forefinger and cast out her thumb: A gun. She pointed it at Mr. Miller and surmised, “Valentines day?” Mr. Miller’s face darkened for a second, before it returned to its stable, warm nature, and Alice’s face fell. She always hated it when Mr. Miller’s smile lost its warmth, It usually meant she did something wrong. The last time she saw him like this was a week ago, when he and Alice were forced to stay in the bunker while loud, rhythmic sounds blared, and the footsteps of hundreds drummed on the ceiling. Though they were instructed to not make a sound, Mr. Miller’s teeth were gritted, a low, predominant, growl coming from his throat where he stood, between Alice and the door. “Of course not, dear Alice. This is November, November 14th? You saw Sophia back in February.” Alice liked Mr. Miller’s friend, Sophia Clocke. she was nice, and whenever she was around, she was so much fun that time flew by. “It’s your birthday of course, Alice, your sixth, to be precise.”
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