Just finished The Dog Stars, by Peter Heller, which was post-apocalyptic, but beautiful and poignant in a way that The Road, by Cormac McCarthy, most definitely was not.
I have to memorialize the closing poem to The Dog Stars here, so I can remember it:
When Will I Be Home?
by Li Shangyin
When will I be home? I don't know.
In the mountains, in the rainy night,
The autumn lake is flooded.
Someday we will be back together again.
We will sit in the candlelight by the west window,
And I will tell you how I remembered you
Tonight on the stormy mountain.