I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
And it dragged a bit.
This was just so much bad things and tragedy in both guys life. And guilt.
It was quite the depressing read. It even took the fun out of gay porn, thank you very much. NOT.
And it left me detached, because it felt artificial.
I think it might be the "healing through love" approach that I dislike - I believe in healing yourself. And loving yourself. And then love someone else.