Tonight I have book club and I haven’t read more than like 4 pages of the book. I can’t even say it’s because I didn’t like it, because the font is kind of big, so I really hadn’t read enough either way to gain an opinion. I guess I just haven’t had time, or rather, I have spent my time doing things other than reading.

I didn’t read much of the last book either, but that book was waaaaaaaay wordy, in a bad Dickens sort of way It also didn’t end up mattering that I hadn’t read, as I got the days of the meeting mixed up and went on a date with Ben instead of going to book club.

This time, however, I will be attending, even though I will be able to contribute absolutely nothing to the conversation on the book. Luckily we aren’t really a group that cares too much about such things, and only talk about the book for some of the time before delving into random tangents. We are also a small group who are happy if a decent number of people actually decide to show up. Plus, a good number of people never wind up finishing anyway. Of course, I’m pretty sure they get farther than page 4, but whatever. At least I’m getting out of the house—something I’ve tried to limit while my foot gets better.

Posted at 4:00 PM |