I didn’t know what the hell I was doing when I set out to write my just-released debut novel Good News, and I barely know what I’m doing now, eight years later. I’m less bewildered, sure, and the topics which I find completely all-consuming have (thankfully) evolved. But I’m still searching high and low in hopes that there’s a book out there that’s going to help me find my way. The books that have carried me through my moments of not-knowing all…