Took me a long time to really finish the book, as I read intermittently. It didn't quite feel like a cool breeze as much as it was a careless calm--the reading experience. Like I could just go on and on reading, as Jake just goes on and on living. He's desperate, but he also doesn't care much. He enjoyed the fiesta, but is glad that he'll be done with it for some time. Life goes on. How much nicer it would be like otherwise--"isn't it pretty to think so?"