Yeah so do I.
My next book club meeting is a week from this Monday and this is the first time in 2 years that I haven't finished the book of the month. I feel like a loser.
So, I have the book and I am going to hunker down and read it. This weekend.
It's called the Kitchen House.
Last month we read Gone Girl. And ya'll know how much I loved that book
But for some reason I just can't pick this book up and read it. Don't know why, it never did anything wrong to me. Poor little book.
Some book club picks are like Catch-22s. The whole reason to be in a book club is to read books you would not otherwise pick out...and then I don't want to read it because it's not something I would typically read...see the problem here?
Ok and let's face it. You join a book club because you love to read and you want to talk about books but....
You know how that goes!
My book club is amaze-balls. We laugh, we cry, we confess our deepest secrets...and and sometimes we even talk about the book of the month.
I cherish them as if they were like, rare precious jewels. Or breast milk.
Speaking off booby juice, I should also tell you that at least one member of our 5 person club has been preggers since we started in Dec. 2010. That's a lot of sex and babies. (one of them is a self-proclaimed Fifty Shades of Grey baby. Watch for a world wide boom around Christmas)
So I guess the point of this post is just to say that I think this blog may end up being 70% books and the rest just stuff.
Which is great with me!
I do plan on writing a book club follow up post every month. I can't wait to tell you about all the things we talk about. Some of it is pretty insightful. And then we drink 2 gallons of Sangria and shit gets real.
Oh yeah, and I am linking up! Check it out here: