I forgot how easy it was to imagine myself in Ander's shoes while reading "Bullet in the Brain". I remember specifically while reading this story I thought the scene of the robbers was going in slow motion. I think that's how I would process everything going on around me if I were Anders. When I recall the first few minutes of finding out about Amanda's death, everything was in slow motion, the sunshine didn't matter, the dog barking at me made no noise, the sun beating on my face had no warmth. I've certainly come to terms with my best friend's passing over and I am now certain she is happy again.