Firehouse by David Halberstam that was different. Not only was it a more personal look at 9/11, it was probably the most emotional that I read. I think what struck me about the book was the insight that Halberstam had in writing the book and just the eeriness about reading about individuals who perished while doing their job.
I didn't read much on the subject, probably because I wanted to distance myself from the worry and confusion and anxiety and helplessness that I felt that day, but probably more because I honestly just wanted to forget the images of that day and the chilling nightmare I had while driving home one night from a class (I imagined a plane crashed in front of me while I drove home; not something you want to dream about while driving on a dark highway). I probably also don't read much on the subject for the simple fact that the horror we all witnessed and that can never be changed.
No reviews this week.