It would appear my father seems to think I'm lacking in certain aspects of my life. He sent me out a book that I started reading earlier today, but, and this might say how keen I am on it, I left it an acquaintance's home and won't be able to retrieve it until Tuesday.
The book is "Proof of Heaven." I won't bore you with details, if you're interested, you can Google it.
I'm afraid my dad isn't very subtle when he's trying to hint at things.