In my first 6 (maybe 9 months) of widowhood, I just could not watch TV or movies. Just couldn't focus long enough to follow any type of plot progression or dialog. But I could read. So what if I had to re- read a paragraph 3 times, or re read a chapter the next day because my widda brain rejected retaining basic information?
I think I went through the entire Boston Public Library young adult section. The more futuristic and dystopian the better. Everything you cited and more. Barely remember titles. Forest of Hands and Teeth, Knife of Never Letting Go. Surviving a really scary future made my scary future not so scary. I would throw in some heartbreaking teenage angst too for a change of pace. 13 Reasons Why, if I stay, Fault in Our Stars.
A friend and fellow widow here used to tease me that a bespeckled Libraian was going to show up on my door or send the police for a well-being check. Expecting to find a depressed teen girl. Nope. Just a 48 year old heartbroken widow.