I read No Country for Old Men on the plane ride(s) to Huntsville. Cormac McCarthy can write, but since when did it become a requirement that all books have no ending? The book just peters out. Add to that the ridiculous “can’t make a mistake or be killed” nature of the anti-hero of the book, and it just gets worse. This book is thoroughly unsatisfying. I was going to go see the movie, but I hear it is faithful to the book. Usually, that speaks well of a movie. In this case, it speaks ill. Should you want to waste your time reading it, here’s the Amazon link. I wish I had gone there and seen the review that began “Another McCarthy novel, another overstylized pretentiousness,” before I wasted my money on this book.