In theory I enjoy the idea of being part of a book club. The problem arises when the other people in the club don't have the same taste in books as I do. Yet another problem is that I'm sort of a snob. Well, more accurately, I'm a slow reader, so when I do undertake reading a book, I tend to want to read one that's worth the enormous amount of time it's going to take me to read. So I was invited to join a book club and we're reading this book called "The Inheritance of Loss." First off, I'm knee deep in the horribleness of Fyodor Karamazov at the moment, and I'm afraid if I put it down I'll never pick it up again. Also, is this book going to be some typical book club schlock? Who knows. The reviews on the cover sound good, but that doesn't necessarily say much.

On the other hand, maybe I'm a slow reader because of the books I choose. I mean, I'm not sure how many people fly through Kafka or Dickens. Well, maybe they do and I'm just dumb. But when I do read more current books, I tend to get through them quicker, but as I've said before I feel like there's all these classics I have to get through first. Sort of like eating all your vegetables first so you can get it over with and enjoy your mashed potatoes. Maybe I need to start reading fun classics, like Treasure Island - that one's been waiting patiently on the shelf for a while now.

The good thing is that this "Inheritance of Loss" book has nice big print and I'll hopefully sail through, so maybe it's time to give up the snobbery and admit that best sellers can be good too. Worse comes to worse I'll at least enjoy the drinks at our book club meeting.