Yes! My book: Do I Know You? A Faceblind Reporter’s Journey into the Science of Sight, Memory and Imagination. I am not naturally self-conscious or reflective. But, for some dumb reason, I decided to write a book that required a ton of introspection—way more than was comfortable for me (or my family). Basically what happens—three times!—is that I learn something bonkers about my brain that forces me to reinterpret major events from my life. For instance: I thought no one liked me in grade school because I was nerdy or annoying. In the course of reporting this book, I discovered that some kids were trying to make friends with me, but since I can’t recognize faces, I acted weirdly hot and cold. It’s sad: I can practically see my 11-year-old self, drowning in a sea of loneliness, blind to the life-preservers being tossed her way. But it is also kinda funny. I mean, I lost one potential friend because she got bangs.

Now, every time I see a school bus, there’s a 50% chance I will tear up. But that’s a small price to pay for self-knowledge. Right? RIGHT?

I’m being told to pick another book. OK, in that case, I’ll say, Dave Barry Does Japan. That book is so freaking funny, it made middle school almost tolerable. It also introduced me to a concept that would later turn out to be incredibly useful: If you write about your vacation, it becomes tax deductible.