i always want more. even when i enjoy a book - especially when i enjoy a book... i love the concept of this book, and while its true there are some implausibilities here, and while it gets a little thin in places, it is easy to overlook because it is such a delight to read. yes, a delight. 
 i am tacking on a little more to this sad and short excuse for a review because i was thinking about this book today, after i finished reading "on the beach". if anyone needs a dissertation topic or just has the free time to write something for fun, you could do worse than to explore the placement of coca-cola in post-apocalyptic fiction. i think it would be fun. feel free to use this book, the road, on the beach, and many others. what does this say about the permanence of american commercialism? to whom do we assign responsibility? is its inclusion meant to evoke wistful nostalgia or cynical consumerism? discuss.