Book of the dead

Surprisingly enough I did relate to the book of the dead, somewhat. Possibly one of the most relatable things in the story was they way she had built up her father in her mind, then finding out that he was not the man she had always thought he was. I believe it happened the same way for me as it did for the narrator in this story, as you get older the more you start to realize, or the more things are revealed to you, that the way we have always seen someone was through almost rose colored glasses. The more that comes to light the more we have to deal with the fact that our reality was never really accurate for begin with, making us reevaluate certain times in our lives.  

Another relation was the artistic aspect of it, how she was trying to get her art to sell, and how the cracks were not planned but happened, for the vast majority of students at an art school accidents are literally just waiting to happen, more often then not they happen in our artwork. Most of the time they are not 'happy accident's' as Bob Ross would have us believe, but they are terrible horrible out of our control 'photo shop crashed the day before my final and I need to start all over again' catasphories. THough sometimes there are rare cases were things go wrong, but like in the book makes our artwork look better than expected and still somehow manages to go with what we were originally intending to do with the piece.  

Another relatable thing in the story was how that one story about her father kept coming back to her, she obsessed over it really, almost seemed to drive her crazy. Lot's of times we were told stories as kids that we don't fully understand but we still wonder about, that we think about. And then somehow after years, without anyone bringing it up you think about it again and now you have more knowledge so things make a little bit more sense, things in the story reveal itself. But you still wander about what actually happened but the person isn't there to ask anymore so you just have to accept it even though you mid comes up with a hundered different theories about what could have happened and you will never have true peace because you will never actually know what happened.