When I first wrote about being diagnosed with bipolar disorder my inboxes were flooded, by friends and acquaintances, with recommendations for books I just had to read.
I can understand why, reading about something we are experiencing is almost instinctual for some people. I am one of those people. Many of the books people recommended were already on my radar. Some were already on my Kindle. Some had a bigger impact on me than others. All taught me something about bipolar disorder or myself. The really good ones did both.
Some Advance Reader Copies (ARCs) included. They’re marked with an *. You can read my full disclosure policy here.
It has been a ridiculously long time since I did a monthly reading wrap-up. And since I didn’t read these in the same month, this technically isn’t one of those blog posts either. Consider it, instead, the one with the quick-fire reviews of some of the books I’ve read this year.
Authenticity is a word that thrown around a lot, so much so that I’m not even sure what it means anymore. Yet, if you ask what attracts me to certain bloggers and writers ‘authenticity’ is the first thing that comes to mind.
I’m drawn to bloggers whose words never feel forced, even if press samples are being featured. I’m drawn to writers whose love of writing leaps off the page or screen. I’m drawn to writers who aren’t afraid to write what hurts, even when it still hurts. I’m drawn to writers, who use writing to explore what they think, who aren’t afraid to change their minds and admit when they’re wrong. Is that authenticity? I can’t think of a better way to describe it.