I have a play that my dad gave me not long before his death which I'm barely been able to look at--because I know he wanted me to read it, because it's connected to his death, and because I don't think I'd like it, which brings a whole host of complications; yeah, it's hard to know what to bring (or what I'm bringing) to the text. So I sort of appreciate this random book as a dry run, because it's a little less charged. I've been avoiding most things that remind me of him; I may have had a weird interaction with this one, but I didn't avoid it. That feels like it must be a positive change.