I’ll admit it (though with a hint of embarrassment, I guess) that I read quite a bit in the genre of self-help…or memoirs that deal with growth, change, enlightenment, etc. I don’t do it because I am lost or helpless or hapless or guileless. I do it because reading a good memoir makes me feel connected to the writer. I feel like I can learn things from the experiences of others. And reading a good piece of self-help can lead me toward epiphanies I may otherwise not have had. Sometimes I’m looking for an answer. Sometimes just inspiration or a connection. Let me make a quick distinction, as well. A…