Black Garterbelt, the successor blog to Rake's Progress, has amazingly in-depth coverage of Cormac McCarthy's appearance on Oprah, for your reading pleasure:

In most any other context, I'd be all for ridiculing this:

This book really affected me. It actually made me cry in yoga class even 2 days after reading it.

Spoken from the belly of the Oprah Consciousness, however, it strikes me as oddly meaningful. The (upper-middle class) bathos reads as honesty; it's an embarrassing statement to make, but we'd all surely embarrass ourselves similarly if we let go and truly tapped into the kind of pure, pants-wetting Hobbsian undercurrent that courses beneath The Road (and the rest of McCarthy).

At the very least, exposing the readership to The Road, where bad things happen to the helpless good, serves to combat the pervasive odiousness of The Secret.

If you haven't yet, you really need to read it, Oprah's-Book-Club sticker aside.