Anaïs Nin Book

It's 2003. I'm out of work, driving around the mountains of Asheville, NC, listening to NPR. An interview with Deidre Bair plays as she discusses a Jung biography (which is on the list to read for sure), and she mentions her research process (as well as some pretty shocking discoveries) for an older biography about Anais Nin. I literally stop what I am doing and drive to the library. To follow came many days of reading my troubles away. My should-have-been-looking-for-a-job paled in comparison to the stuff this chick got down with. People really are different from one another. And oh how I love to be the voyeur.