Whenever I’m asked to join a book club, I can’t say no. It’s not a politeness handicap, it’s a preference. I love book clubs. Want to come and talk about books? Yes, please! I’ve always identified as a reader, ever since my tiny clumsy fingers opened The Berenstain Bears. And now I’m a member of six different book clubs.
To be fair, two of those book clubs are not currently meeting. One is just a downloadable Word file of all the books Rory Gilmore mentioned reading in seven seasons of Gilmore Girls, and yet another is just me finding out what my 12 year-old niece is reading so I can read it too (I call it the secret bonding book club.) Read more