An interesting book about memories and how what we remember as happening sometimes is not what really happened. I've often thought about how our lives are made up of memories of events and our responses to those events and memories, but that sometimes our memories are faulty or tainted by our desires, secrets and fears. So what is real? And why must we feel responsibility for another's actions? How one misstep on one's part can have repercussions for someone else. Are we guilty if we remain unaware of our transgressions? Much to contemplate. The main character, Tony, was much too hard on himself. The ex-girlfriend was a bitch, vindictive and annoying. I would have long before told her to go fuck herself and send me my property, pronto.