It’s utterly engrossing. I was in this world from moment one.

It’s unexpected. If I tell you the premise—that someone creates a journal, The Authenticity Project, writes their real thoughts in it and then leaves it to be found and expanded on by others—your thoughts on who would do that and why aren’t what you get here, guaranteed.

The characters. No cardboard cutouts here. Everybody is fully dimensional and often surprising—even though they’re putting their thoughts right on the page. Because who really knows themselves?

A wee bit twisty. Things we want to happen sometimes happen. Sometimes other things happen.

Fun but not a romp. Don’t get me wrong. I love a good romp. But this is deeper fun. And deeply satisfying.