What do I think? I think it's the type of book a teenager would check out for a book report, then out of sheer boredom, draw all over the photographs, while misspelling Hemingway's name repeatedly. At least they could write cursively. Would you marry someone knowing you were going to be wife #4? And what I really loved, she saw his eyeballs and brains splattered all over the place. She even had to walk through it. But. She denied it was a suicide...even had a Catholic burial, even though he had been excommunicated in 1940...because we all know Catholics don't bury suicides in sacred ground. It runs in the family. Suicide and denial.