As a known reader, I’m often being invited to or suggested that I attend or start my own book club.
I can’t think of a worse idea.
Not only does it mean I’d have to leave my house for a commitment once a week (or whenever) including in the rain and cold, but I don’t like the idea of book clubs for a number of reasons.
- I don’t want anyone telling me what to read. I have my own system and I don’t want anything messing with it.
- I don’t want to have to purchase a book I’m not excited about. What if my book club wants to read some boring adult book about a housewife who gets divorced from her cheating husband and finds herself travelling the world? Ugh. How mediocre.
- I don’t necessarily want to ‘discuss’ a book. This is why I run a blog and write reviews. No one can interrupt my trains of thought here. You read my review then you can accept or reject it.
- Other people suck.
- Ugh, why would I want to actually go somewhere and talk to people face to face when I can just blog to my thousands of friends and followers online? That way my cats can wrestle for the prime position on my lap and I can snuggle under my favourite blanket and eat snacks without anyone judging me.