Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
There is a sweet and tender scene, where the MC, a hugely obese older man, is encouraged out of his house for the first time in a decade by the hugely pregnant teenager with whom he has developed a tentative friendship, under the guise of her needing fresh air and a walk to the park. The man cannot walk more than a dozen steps without being short of breath, but she draws on his concern for her health as a pretense for their frequent stops to rest to preserve his pride and dignity. Since this is written from his point of view, you can tell that, deep down, he knows what she's doing, but because his concern and affection for her is genuine, he fully indulges in the gentle fiction.
And right in the middle of it, there is the weirdest paragraph where he reflects on the joy of eating and the beauty of other people as they eat. And the description is so lyrical that it is both beautiful and awful at the same time.