We are often told to be ourselves, in spite of the pressure to become what the world thinks we should be.
The Authenticity Project: A Novel, by Clare Pooley was published this week. Set in London, the book follows six strangers and how they are connected by one green covered notebook. The book starts when Julian Jessop, an artist whose heyday is long behind him, believes that most people are not their authentic selves. In a local cafe, he leaves a notebook with the title “The Authenticity Project” with a short entry written by himself. The owner of the cafe, Monica, picks up the notebook, adds her own entry. Soon, four more people write about themselves and become more than strangers.
The best word I can think of to describe how I feel about this book is underwhelmed. Though the book is well written, there are moments in which I nearly ready to give up on it. I wanted to root for these characters and I wanted to be shocked by the out of left field moment that appears towards the end of the book. Unfortunately, I was not able to.
Do I recommend it? Not really.