One of the reasons readers seem so obsessed with nonfiction, I think, is that we all know that revealing our individual embarrassments hurts. We want to bare our souls about the things we keep hidden, but even thinking of doing so hurts. So we turn to those brave souls who have done this through the medium of memoir or personal essays. And Joan Didion, as in Slouching Towards Bethlehem, was a master of such self-disclosure. If you’re ready to learn by her example read this book of hers.