That’s my club yo.
We had book club business at the top of the hour. Turns out someone is not returning because the books we read are too “dark”. Not even.
We do alternate between fiction and nonfiction. Some of the non-fiction was rough. I couldn’t finish Another Day in the Death of America by Gary Younge. The first chapter broke my heart and I was through.
Though I do have an affliction of being drawn to the horrors of life. Give me true crime. Give me memoirs of broken people. Gritty and raw or fiction that reads that way. Thank you Jodi Picoult!
I’ve been told by my former therapist don’t read that genre anymore if doing so makes you anxious. And still I pick them. Whether they’re book club fodder or not.
And at least half of the book club is usually talking about anything but the book. Like tonight for example current events came into the equation. Then we veered to Europeans being more free with their bodies. And Diana Ross squeezing lil Kim’s pastie at the VMAs. Google it! You know you want to. Next up someone shared a personal experience running cross country. Shirtless boys but girls who had to wear shirts over sports bras.
Love how we hop down rabbit holes. Never a dull moment. And there was even disagreement and healthy debate. Legalize prostitution? You be the judge.
AnyWho. I am super excited to share my find. Before we got down to business, I saw a display that had been arranged with several book bundles. The library branches are competing against each other to increase their checkout rate. I was happy to oblige. Guess what I picked?
Drum roll please.
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Wah-la! Non-fiction. Can’t wait to dive in. It’s about time for the power down hour anyway. When I’m done, I’ll post reviews.
As always more to come.