Somehow I missed much of the late-fall hype surrounding the release of Sarah LaBrie’s No One Gets to Fall Apart (Harper)—the “Best Books of Fall” plug from Oprah’s website, the favorable New York Times review, the Vogue Q&A—and I’m glad I did. It’s the kind of book that’s best to come upon by accident, like hitting it off with someone at an otherwise deadly cocktail party. LaBrie’s memoir is actually several stories intertwined: a story of growing up amid some very tough circumstances in Houston, a coming-of-age story, a story of professional success, and a meditation on race and gender in the current moment. It’s the tale of a person who had to learn—in the hardest way possible—to readjust the lens through which she sees…