Why do I keep avoiding my Book Club’s books? For that matter, why do I keep avoiding all the probably-perfectly-good books that people are recommending to me lately? I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve been told to read Cutting for Stone and I just keep walking past it there on the shelf. I can’t make myself finish Freedom.
I’ve got one week to read this month’s Book Club selection — The Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet — but I really just want to finish Nefertiti. I don’t want to be that woman at Book Club that says, “Oh, sorry, I never bothered to read the book you chose!” I hate it when other people do it, yet here I am.
I’m going to blame it on the impending (impinging?) holidays. And maybe I can get back on track in January.
Now. Having said all that. What’s the deal with sappy-sounding book titles? Just writing or saying The Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet gives me the yucks. The story might be perfectly fine, but the TITLE! Before it was chosen for our Book Club, I remember seeing it at the Borders and thinking, “Really??? There’s an intersection in America called Bitter Ave and Sweet St? Even if it’s a made-up intersection, still …. Are you kidding me with this?
Well, obviously I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about because this book has sold thousands and thousands of copies and I notice people reading it everywhere.