Almost inadjudicable, sort of defaulting to 3. Much of the prose reminded me of a Reddit post? In any case I started this book late in our Paris Airbnb and finished it in the waiting room at gare du nord and will always associate it with those places and for that I will always have some affection for it.

But uh 1. I feel like if I started treating cardboard cutouts as real children I would want my wife to take me to the hospital because I’m experiencing psychosis, not (just) PTSD?