I was crouched on the floor of Barnes and Noble, peering sideways at book titles, when the salesperson approached me. I really wanted to be left alone, but my heart rate slowed as I spied her lanyard covered in puzzle pieces, then glanced upward at her kind eyes. She was an autism mom like me. And a smart one. Before long, she had filled my arms with books.
I’ve been reading ever since. I’ve sorted the legitimate from the cuckoo. Let me be your kind guide through the bookshelves and the Web. Titles with * are written by people with autism.