It is perfectly healthy to grieve in bed, with a book. When my dad suddenly passed away, I reread all the Moomin books. In Finland we call this “surutyö”, literally “grief work” - you do what you can to cope mentally and emotionally with the loss and everything involved with it. It is a part of the healing process.
I read pretty much everything Hemingway wrote about 30 years ago, when I was 18-19, and thought his female characters are crap and unrelatable. I read them again 10 years later, and still thought/think the same way. My favourite is “For Whom the Bell Tolls”, and there the best part is the poem by John Donne. :p If you want to see, how women saw the world of 1930s , I recommend “The Artificial Silk Girl” by Irmgard Keun (the book was naturally banned later by nazis).
Paperbacks aren’t bound (the pages are glued on, not sewn), that’s why they have always been cheaper than hardbacks, and have the earned reputation of falling apart. My oldest paperbacks are from 1960s and the glue is so brittle that there are a lot of loose pages.