Stayed up way too late in order to finish Displaced Persons: A Novel. (Not to be confused with Displaced Persons: Growing Up American After the Holocaust.) I needed to read for a few hours to quell some anxiety. Reading seems to be the only way I can truly detach anymore.
An interesting thing about this evocative novel is the lack of quotes, or he said, she said, for dialog. And yet, most of the time it is perfectly clear which person is speaking.