We had book club this week. And sadly, once again, I did not finish the book. Heck, I barely even started it (100 pages into Wally Lamb’s 700 page THE HOUR I FIRST BELIEVED). I’m usually the snob who raises her hackles at those who don’t read the books. Why be in a book club then? I think. Not reading the book is rude, like when somebody gives you a nice gift and you don’t bother with a thank you. I’m disappointed in me.
Everyone who finished the book loved it, but they also said you needed to “get past the Columbine stuff” and 150 pages before it kicked in. So I guess I can blame myself for a lack of stick-to-it-ness, or no attention span. I just kept thinking, What in the world is this about? and then I put the book down, threw up my hands, and gave up.
It’s my turn to host book club for May, which also means I picked our next book: LIT, a memoir by Mary Karr. We don’t really read memoirs in this group, so it will be, well, interesting. I’ve read it twice, and listened to it on audio a few times as well; that’s how much I love the story and the way only Mary Karr can tell it. Yet, when I tried to describe what it’s about to that roomful of book-clubbers, I had a hard time. So I sent them this great video:
Inside my head, the proverbial light bulb flashed: I also have a hard time stating, succinctly, what my own WIP is about. What’s your book about? people ask (seeming truly interested) and then I gawk at them with the blankest of blank faces while I struggle to spit out something unintelligible. Watching this Mary Karr video over and over again is helping me find my words.