Read this on my hike on Caloma Trail. I sat down half way and read the first six or seven pages on a rock in the middle of the trail. It was pretty comfortable, but since the tallest plants in the whole area were about 4 feet tall there was no shade, so the rock was an oven and I felt my bum after a few minutes going from rare to medium well and decided I'd better keep a move on. So at the bottom of the trail near the car there was a park bench where I sat at the end and finished it. The ending was kind of predictable, but a little funny and sweet. And I saw a lot of my grandpa Nygaard in the elderly man.