Reading progress update: I've read 10%.

The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt

Okay. This kid was like ten feet from ground zero of a bombing. He's in shock,  severely concussed, and was picking glass out of his face earlier. He hasn't changed clothes as far as I can tell (unless I missed that bit, which is possible, what with last night's 4:00 AM insomnia reading fest), and the closest he's had to a shower is walking in the rain and washing his face in the sink. And yet no one seems to question his condition or even notice he's dressed in what would be filthy clothes, is covered in cuts, and can't see straight. Are these the most inattentive adults on the planet, or what? *scratches head*