I had the best of intentions to jump right back into book reviewing, but I'm really struggling. I thought it would be easy, because it would take my mind off my grief, but it is the grief that is making it hard to want to do anything. It still doesn't feel real at all and I find myself going through all of the stages, from overwhelming sadness, to anger, to denial, and back again. I think it's time to admit to myself that it's ok to ask for help, and plan on making a doctor appointment in the near future. I just want to thank everyone for understanding and for being there for me. I know I'm not alone and that helps. Keep an eye on this page; I just finished reading Lone Wolf by Jodi Picoult and fully intend to work on the review.