Also, I finished The Shipping News. I wish I had read it at home without any distractions. It deserved that consideration. Still, I really enjoyed it. Here is a relevant passage:
"Quoyle let himself be dragged through the company, eyes catching Wavey's smile, oh, aimed only at him, and upstairs to Bunny's room. On the stairs an image came to him. Was love then like a bag of assorted sweets passed around from which one might choose more than once? Some might sting the tongue, some invoke night perfume. Some had centers as bitter as gall, some blended honey and poison, some were quickly swallowed. And among the common bull's-eyes and peppermints a few rare ones; one or two with deadly needles at the heart, another that brought calm and gentle pleasure. Were his fingers closing on that one?"
And the final sentence of the book...
"And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery."