I'm not a huge fan of book clubs. I'm not sure why. I love to read. Maybe it's because I don't really feel the need to deeply analyze things I read. Maybe I think everyone else's ideas are stupid. ha. Or maybe I just don't care? I really don't know what it is. Maybe this stems from loathing my 10th grade english class where this is ALL we did and I wanted to erase my eyeballs with the nub on my pencil. Just kidding, like I ever used a pencil in high school. Anyway, and in the end, it all came to nothing except "interesting observation" and "you can interpret it any way you want, as long as you have a basis for it." How about "this book sucks, based on the fact that it sucks"? I kind of feel that subjective things requiring extensive analysis are things that--zzzzzz... See, I lost the energy or will to even finish that sentence.
Or, maybe the reason why I am not a big book club lover is because I would be the Chris Farley character on SNL where he'd interview famous people, and I'd say things like, "Remember that one part where this happened? That was awesome." And that's about it. I'm a simple girl.
So I don't know. I don't like book clubs--EXCEPT when they are held impromptu on the subway train, and last approximately 4 minutes, which is what happened to me a few weeks ago about a book I was in the middle of reading. He was an executive at the corporate offices of Barnes & Noble. He told me this after I said to him I was tired of the New Releases fiction books at Barnes & Noble that were all fluff and nonsense. But I bought the book I was reading there, so I don't think he could be too upset. ha.