And the real problem is that as serious, and mind-bending, and tragic, and thoughtful as this book gets, the humor is really what ties this all together. It's not that Roberts can't wring a gut-wrenching story that I lapped up without the humor - but because I've seen how he handles it with humor, I know there's something missing.
The real problem for me is within all this tension? The humor broke it up. And there just wasn't as much, and it wasn't laugh-out-loud funny for me, and I kinda ached for that.
Still, the whole issue of selling grief is compelling, especially when the reality is shown to be different than the concept: it's eerie to know that even though we knew it was going to happen, we didn't know what it would look like in the end. Then again, neither did anyone in the book.
I'm sure this will be a continuing theme - and I want to see how it plays out. Soon, I'm sure. Soon.