Safran Foer’s, Here I Am. This book. Phew. A doozy. Took me weeks to finish. His writing is so exquisite, so layered. You can’t possibly read him quickly. A story of a Jewish family in D.C. impacted by a series of events (marriage trauma and geopolitics to name few)… I’m glad I read this book, but it may not be for everyone. As a tasty side note, it was impossible to read this book and not wonder if certain parts were autobiographical.