It also made me wonder what would happen if someone has started “the authenticity project” in real life. Lesser characters include Mrs Wu, who is an inconsistent (especially in her speech) and uncomfortable caricature of a Chinese matriarch and restaurateur, an old lesbian couple whose peripheral presence in the story makes little sense, and a young gay couple.

It reminded me of that warm uplifting movies that we like to watch from time to time, because we know that each storyline will have a happy ending and that is exactly why one should read this book. There was more on the next page, and Monica was dying to read on, but it was one of the busiest times of the day in the cafe, and she knew it was crucial not to fall behind schedule. It’s a feel good read that will make you wonder about the stories of those around you and maybe encourage a little more kindness and understanding as everyone has their own authentic selves hidden inside and it may not be the image you see. We collaborate with authors across all adult fiction genres, and also handle children’s books, young adult and cross-over fiction. JB bases his entire artistic career on painting portraits of his friends, while Malcolm takes care of them by designing their apartments and houses.I quickly grew attached to many of them and even characters I didn’t particularly like at first grew on me as I got to know them. The local children ran in and out, as Mary plied them with stories, advice, fizzy pop, and Monster Munch chips. She re-creates in magical detail the lives of Alaska's homesteaders in both of the state's seasons (they really only have two) and is just as specific and authentic in her depiction of the spiritual wounds of post-Vietnam America. These are some of the words written on the inside of the green notebook titled The Authenticity Project. things like a woman sticking a fork in a guy's hand, a guy running down a purse-snatcher, and an addict leaving notes to himself, regarding the name of the girl he's sleeping with, so he'll remember the next morning.

We follow the story of all those who find his book and the relationships they have with each other because of the book.Slowly, all these strangers become connected, and the reader realizes that authenticity is more complicated than it seems. As she walked briskly past the graves of the fallen soldiers and the White Russian ŽmigrŽs, she could sense the sheltering wildlife--the gray squirrels, urban foxes, and the jet-black ravens--guarding the graves like the souls of the dead. The book was recommended to my book club and I will be passing that information along to other book clubs.

It is filled with kindness through and through, but nevertheless we see that the characters have many flaws and they make mistakes. I understand the desire for escapism, but for me, it has to be either more believable than this, or be explicitly fantasy or magical realism. Hazard is an interesting character in that he’s a really obnoxious on the one hand, but has the self-awareness to take himself off on a retreat to Thailand to detox. I read it together with two of my friends, Amanda and Monika, a even though not either of us ended up liking it, we still enjoyed our conversations a jokes, so for that reason, I am very glad we read it.Pooley was obviously going for a Love, Actually/Four Weddings and a Funeral type interconnecting characters feel. When I did finally emerge from my cocoon, about five years later, neighbors had moved, friends had given up, my agent had written me off, and that's when I realized I had become unnoticeable. It's fast paced and an easy read, switching perspective between a series of contrasting and interesting characters. After writing his ‘authentic’ story in the book, he leaves it lying around for someone to pick up and read.

What led me to seek out this novel was probably a recommendation in connection with another book I enjoyed, but what it was escapes me.We didn't know the Admiral, he just happened to have an impressive horizontal slab of black marble over his last resting place, which made a great table for drinks. It begins when elderly Julian leaves an exercise book in Monica’s café, with the title The Authenticity Project carefully lettered on the cover. Julian Jessop, about thirty years old, slicked-back blond hair, razor-sharp cheekbones, slightly sneering mouth, and those penetrating blue eyes. The plot and characters were far too weak and the writing too pedestrian to expect it to stretch out to almost 400 pages.