The ghosts that never heard that final shot

I finally bought myself a copy of Rachel Mann's Fierce Imaginings: The Great War, Ritual, Memory and God (2017) off the internet because it had gotten on my radar several years ago and while I used to keep an eye out for it in used book stores, at this point I have officially not been inside a used book store for more than two years and can't imagine when I next will be. I figured at worst it would be well-written—I discovered the author first as a poet—and I would give it to someone with an actual affinity for Anglicanism. It arrived this afternoon. I must stress that I opened it at random, to check the quality of the interior pages. On facing pages, as my first introduction to the text and themes of the book:

"A Month in the Country models, most of all, how the deep trauma of war cannot be made commensurate with 'ordinary' life, but can be reckoned with – in some measure – through relationship."

"Sayers' famous hero Lord Peter Wimsey offers particular insight into the cultural significance of woundedness and damaged masculinity in the post-war era."

I consider this purchase a success already, and also I feel a little attacked.

(It's a signed copy! The seller listing said nothing about an autograph. It also looks like someone slightly spilled coffee on the back pages, but that sort of thing I expect from a used book listed in good condition. I bought the cheapest one that hadn't come from a library because our finances are hilarious. I had a rough morning, and this book already helps.)