Fuck Harry Potter
That’s the unofficial name of my book club, which had its maiden meeting this afternoon. I’ve never had a book club before, but I’m looking forward to it. I think it will be a good tool to divert me from workaholism. I’ve been known to get addicted to workahol. It’s a modest club. Seven people. Only 75/100 pages a week. And a directive to keep the books not terribly heavy or lengthy. That, and to create an incentive to keep up and attend, I make Bloody Marys at every meeting.
The first meeting was a success in that it existed. There was no assignment yet. Just a chance to get a feel for everyone’s tastes and set up some ground rules. We brainstormed some books to read, chatted about James Joyce (The Dubliners is our first selection), and set up a rotation for who buys the vodka and V8. Again, I’m looking forward to it. I haven’t had a project in a while, and I’m in need of a good productive weekly routine endeavor.
And maybe I’ll even post some highlights from the week’s meeting! Then you can comment, and my book club will be live on the information superhighway. It will be huge, and I’ll be fucking famous!
This week’s assignment:
The Dubliners, by James Joyce
Read the first seven stories, through “The Boarding House.” Report to the meeting with two (2) points for discussion.