Thank. Fucking. God. That’s. Over.

Not because it’s a bad book. Far from it. It is meticulously researched and well-written. The problem is that living inside the minutia of a horrifying tragedy was taking an intense toll on my psyche. This book is like mainlining every negative emotion directly into your eyeball. Granted, there are moments of intense and soul-stirring beauty as survivors learn to walk again and overcome obstacles and get to the task of living well but….the homicidal anger and the suicidal depression and the fallout and the fear and the tension and the self-loathing and the questioning… is a lot. Dave Cullen nails this, and should be applauded for his exemplary work but….it is a lot. 

Time to read something a bit lighter. I need to mentally detoxify.