I fell into the ballet book rabbit hole a few years back, looking for something after finishing 'Bunheads' by Sophie Flack. That one's a YA novel, but it nails the exhaustion—the blistered feet, the constant hunger, the way competition seeps into friendships. It's less about pirouettes and more about the psychological grind, which felt real.
For a more classic, almost documentary-style take, 'A Body of Work' by David Hallberg is incredible. He chronicles his injury recovery with brutal honesty; it's not glamorous at all. He talks about the fear of never dancing again, the physical therapy, the mental blocks. It's a side of training you don't usually see in fiction.
Then there's 'The Cranes Dance' by Meg Howrey. It's a novel about two sisters, both professional dancers, and it dives deep into rivalry, painkiller dependency, and the pressure to perform while injured. The author was a dancer herself, so the descriptions of rehearsals—the repetition, the corrections from the director—are spot-on. It gets dark, but that's the point.
If you want the nitty-gritty of the daily routine, Margaret Fuhrer's 'The New York City Ballet Workout' book is surprisingly textual. It explains the purpose behind each exercise, the anatomy involved, and what dancers are actually thinking about during a plié. It's technical, but it demystifies the 'why' behind the training.