Was looking for "The Perfect Mess" today and realized that for every book that was recovered, at least a dozen were destroyed. It is distressing to want to read a book, walk to the room where it should be, only to remember: the furniture and contents are different and what I came here for is gone. As we recover life begins to take on normalcy, and then a moment like that lurches everything to a halt and it all comes back. Hopefully these moments will fade and become fewer as we build a new life.