I just didn't see...my blind spots

A blind man can see how much I love you, by Amy Bloom

Or maybe I saw too much. I think the title just sucker-punched me. Why does that happen? The NBA and I never do see eye-to-eye. Well, these stories just weren't at all what I needed to read right now. Surgery. Cancer. Incest. Dead children. Lots of unhappiness and regrets. Though there were some interesting relationships and beautiful writing, it never filled my mind the way that Away did. Oh well. On to Ha Jin and A Free Life. Let's see if that's cheerier.