Time to read, not write

I was a little down on Independence Day when last I wrote about it, but I have stayed the course and kept reading -- drawn in no doubt by the fucked-up father-son dynamics -- and am now waiting with bated breath to find out if Paul will have good vision in the eye purposefully put in the way of a 75mph fastball at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown just to tweak his dad, who had just tried to force on him a degree of intimacy unreasonable to expect of any 15-year boy, let alone a clearly disaffected and antisocial one. So I need to go read now, if you will excuse me.