Wednesday, February 20, 2008

A Hideous Confession

Wednesday, February 20, 2008
I have done something.

Something really, really, pathetic.

Something to be ashamed of, normally.

But because I'm into public humiliation- and by public, I mean, the 7 friends I have that read this, a handful of people I haven't met, and my parents- I'm going to fess up anyway.

You know- or maybe you don't- that Amanda and I started a book club back in May. A group of about 10 women meet monthly, the whole purpose of said club being to encourage myself to read things I wouldn't normally pick up.

Sadly, in the past 9 months, I had already read most of the books we'd selected. But whatever. That's not the point.

The point is, before Monday, I have to read EM Forster's 'A Passage to India'.

But instead of using the 4 idle hours I had yesterday, stuck on a plane, to do something productive, or even to sleep...

I read, at breakneck speed, a novel about teenage vampires. Oh, god, it was good.

Come on.

What would YOU rather read? A Classic novel focused on the Indian independence movement of the 1920s set against the backdrop of the British Raj? Or a smutty book about 17 year old vampires who drive really sexy cars?

Kent, Don't Answer.


Lady Rose said...

aha! bad book club member!! If only we didn't need your living room for our meetings I would shame you out of book club.

...although, you still have plenty of time to finish.

Meg said...

It's true. I do have lots of time to finish it. Plus, if I read it over the weekend, it will be fresh in my mind.

...says the procrastinatory book clubber currently obsessed with a 17 year old vampire.

PatZ said...

I always wondered who bought all those used R.L. Stine books...

Meg said...

I used to hide them under the floor boards, but then I had to find somewhere else to put the bodies.