I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
I'm not giving up on this: far from it. It's just I'm spending time with my family and I find that it's more upsetting reading this with them present. I don't know if I can pinpoint why, but I suspect that the vague sense that it's unsettling comes from them being the best people I know - and this book describing some of the scum of the Earth. It feels battling to them, in a way, to read this in front of them.
Does it make sense? No, not really. But I feel that way and I don't like reading it in front of them. As important as this book feels, and is, spending time with my family is more important - so I'm putting it aside for tonight.
We're watching the football game for those interested.
I do like this book so much I went back and got the one book of hers I hadn't grabbed in the freebies. (There are three up there up until tomorrow.)
I also grabbed a whole bunch more of their nonfiction because I really, really love how this is written. It's an excellent book, but very rough to read.