Book Clubs and Buckling Down the Crazy
I joined a Romance Book Club at the end of last year. And then I joined a second one that I learned about at the first one. So now, I'm in 2. Two book clubs. For me, who has been reading Romance for the last, oh, 20 years, and not having an outlet to really discuss or dissect what I read, these meetings are like opening the flood gates. And I've realized how absolutely nuts I am. The experience and depth of knowledge I've gained from reading sooo many books over such a long time, I am beyond crazy when I talk about these books to these two groups that: a) seem to skew young, like 20s and 30s and b) haven't read all that much. I was quiet at first, hoping to figure out group dynamics, etc. But then ... books are brought up that I've read years and years ago -- and it jogs my memory and I get so so so excited that I can't contain the glee. Like, "oh gosh Lick really is the best rock romance I've read and how absolutely perfect is that drunk-Las-Veg...