I’m not a book club kind of person. I love books, and I love clubs. I mean, I really love books. I read in the gym. I read in the bath (always have, as the history of sodden, fat books on my mother’s shelf attests). I read on my walk to work. I read at work. Sometimes I even read for work.
For some reason (who knows why?) book clubs just have not worked for me.
I’m lying. I know exactly why book clubs haven’t worked for me. It’s because I don’t work for book clubs.