I’m about halfway through Dreams from My Father by Barack Obama. I have not yet started the book I should be reading for my primary book club. I always procrastinate as that reading is sometimes like homework â€• it’s a class I enjoy but the required readings occasionally wear me out.
With regards to my use of primary, I do belong to a secondary book club. I’m enjoying the books we’re reading there more but it could turn at any moment.
That book club also boasts at least two published authors â€• something that makes me warm inside thinking about their talent and also a little like Walter the Lazy Mouse who can’t do anything but prattle away on this thing.
I wonder: are people who belong to book clubs different from regular people? I do experience “pure joy when I’m sharing my ideas, opinions and insights with others” but I always thought this was a bit of a personality flaw. Perhaps not.
I used to wonder why I was the only person who refers to the protagonist in book club discussions. I even looked it up after one meeting to make sure I was using the word correctly. I was.
Next I plan to work in dÃ©nouement more often.