Dolores was quiet for a few moments, watching Obi-Wan and searching for an answer she knew wasn't hidden somewhere in his expression. She didn't have the answers to his questions anymore than he did. All she could offer to him was her own perspective. At least now, it wasn't quite so limited.
"I don't think we're expected to do anythin' but live, and be. There's no bigger expectation here, and that doesn't have to be a bad thing."
That was part of what was so freeing about the hotel, but she realized not everyone would feel the same way. Obi-Wan was used to having a clear direction in life. He had a mission to help the young boy he left behind, and the hotel prevented him from doing that. For him, and for others with friends, families, and lives, the hotel was more like a prison sentence.
She thought about his question for a few moments, looking at Obi-Wan, then at the book in front of him. When she looked at him again, she sighed softly.
"I would," she said, and nodded. "You've already read your book. You know the role you play in his life. Readin' his book wouldn't change anythin' whether or not we ever leave here. But if you don't read his book, you might never have the chance to know the kind of person he becomes. And he could become a great person, regardless of whatever mistakes you made with his father."
She was trying to offer him some sort of comfort, although she knew she didn't have a real appreciation for Obi-Wan's situation, and she might never. But she could try.
"I could read it, if you don't want to," she offered gently. "I don't mean to intrude, but if you wanted to know without reading..." She shrugged.