I’’m Catholic, and these days that’s hard. I’m an immigrant, though it wasn’t my choice. I’m now a citizen, even if it took a few decades to commit. I’m a husband and father struggling to make more time. I’m Hispanic, but perplexed by the label. I’m a registered independent, because it was easier than choosing. I’m a journalist, yet I never wrote for the student paper. And I’m a college football fan sacked by guilt.
Eight books that argue over how to balance the individual against the collective.