That was a rough Hollywood ride through 2 years of grief and pain. It was relentless, and there was many a moment I wanted to give up on this novel. The resolution was held off until the very final chapters, but there was resolution, redemption- and hope. I’m not sure why I hung-in; I guess I believed in the pain and I guess that the amplified self abuse rang true. I’m glad I read it; but I am glad that that is over.