Yeah. Them other boys don’t know how to act.
And apparently neither do I. Not when it comes to being a responsible leader of a reading club anyway.
Go ahead and say it: I’m quite possibly the worstest book club leader on the planet. And, I know worstest isn’t technically a word; but I’m willing to sacrifice my grammar to prove to you how bad I feel about my book club neglect.
Although, in my defense, I realized that the problem with my previously formed book club was that, in an effort to appear as someone with vast intellectual depth, I wasn’t really being true to myself as a reader.
Because honestly? When it comes to being entertained by the written word, I don’t really require much intellectual depth.
I don’t always have to be stimulated by profound topics and intricate characters. I don’t require clever plot twists or unpredictable endings.
Mostly? I just like sex love. Lots and lots of, um, love.
It can be of the trashy-beach-read sort or of the soul wrenching classic sort (don’t get me wrong, I love the classics too; Gone With the Wind is one of my favorite books ever).
It can even be paranormal, or science fictiony, or murder mystery.
I’m not particular when it comes to my sex love. As long as there’s plenty of it and happy in the end.
I’m not really down with sad love.
Epic love, sure. Devastating, unrequited, tortured love? No thank you.
I like to read to escape life and enjoy fantasy. I don’t need my books to keep it real all the time; I get plenty of real life in my, um, real life.
I want the nerdy, outcast guy-next-door to wind up with the popular chick. I want the small town girl to snag her rockstar. And, dammit, I want that human to get her vampire!
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for a powerful read every now and again. I just don’t need my heart scraped and my eyes cried out every time I pick up a book.
I can turn on the news or phone a friend if I want that.
I want reading to be fun and that’s what our book club is going to be about. Fun, sex, and more fun (yes, we can read 50 Shades again if you want)!
But, YOU HAVE TO JOIN MY CLUB!
Clubs aren’t fun if I’m at the meetings eating brownies by myself (okay, I lie, I don’t really have a problem with solo binge eating).
And then, we need to select a book. Bared to You by Sylvia Day (it’s sort of a step cousin to 50 Shades), On the Island, by Tracey Garvis Graves (think Lost meets Mrs. Robinson), or Safe Haven, by Nicholas Sparks (just watch the movie trailer and try not to sigh over Josh Duhamel):
Feel free to weigh in on these or make another suggestion (I’ve heard Outlander is good?!) if you have one.
I’m hoping to do a little discussion session once a week so we can all hang out together and talk books, and brownies, and The Bachelor (yep, it starts Monday!), and stuff, so let’s pick a book and start reading already so we have an excuse opportunity to hang out!