I went to bookclub last night after class.  It was interesting to sit with 5 other women, most still employed in the banking field, still stressed by what they do for a living.  Though I think they like what they do, I felt relieved that I am no longer one of them.

The book we discussed was “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy.  McCarthy doesn’t write anything that is uplifting or outright hopeful, though I supposed the fact that the little boy survived at the end of this walk through a world left devestated by some sort of apparently man made disaster is hope in itself.  Though few others survived, maybe mankind will, and maybe mankind will be a bit nicer if it springs from this youngster.  We discussed the sides of the nature v.s. nurture argument, as the young boy had never known the world prior to the disaster, had never really seen anyone care about anyone else, yet he cared about animals and people they cam across.  Where did that come from?  His father taught him not to trust anyone, to hide from strangers, yet this little boy cared about the blind man and the dog that wandered into the story.

A good book, but one I was glad to finish.  Sort of like school.  It’s a good run, but I’m ready to be finished.