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Reading is an inherently narcissist act: we love to see ourselves reflected on the page. It’s comforting, and sometimes even enlightening. But then there’s the rare book that resonates so deeply it’s jarring, sort of like hearing your own voice on an answering machine for the first time. It’s the type of book that makes you aware of the chasm between the way you see yourself and the way the rest of the world sees you.