I remember having this one's audio on my phone when I travelled home on November 2014. Reason for said travel: my grandfather (the hero of my childhood) had had a stroke.
It was a sweet, simple, preachy book that couldn't teach something that I was living in the flesh. Because it's stuff that you CAN'T get from a book.
It wasn't awful, mind you, but it's very difficult to avoid eyerolls, or sound sincere but not like you are going for a manipulative emotional gut punch when addressing these topics.
I paused it some two chapters in, finished after the family crisis was passed.