Totally — Sheila Heti's books are like microscopic lamps that shine on identity while casually interrogating how we relate to other people. I love how 'How Should a Person Be?' reads like a living, messy conversation about trying to be an artist, a friend, and a person who isn't perpetually performing. The book's diaristic, sometimes chaotic form mirrors the confusion of identity formation; you feel the way relationships shape selfhood, especially in scenes where creative ambition collides with loyalty and jealousy.
In 'Motherhood' she strips things even further: it's basically an interior trial about whether to have a child, and it becomes a study of who you'd be after that decision. The intimate, philosophical questioning of desire, responsibility, and the fear of losing oneself is so present that relationships — romantic, familial, imagined — are the measuring stick for identity. Even 'Pure Colour' widens the lens to mortality and community, proving her concern isn't just individual psychology but how identities persist or dissolve within networks of care. Reading Heti feels like overhearing a long, honest conversation where identity isn't fixed but negotiated through others.