So, I’m in a book club and love it. It’s something I’ve wanted to do as an adult but haven’t had the opportunity (read: was too lazy to start my own/too snooty in my book choices/ couldn’t find anyone who read what I loved).
Luckily my lovely friend and I discovered that beyond both being teachers, pseudo-geeks, and lovers of geektastic men and their cats, we loved to read the same books. Over the year and a bit that we’ve got to know each other more, we’ve become quite close. We’ve also shared a great many cups of tea and novels. We enjoy pretty much the same things which is great, we know what to recommend and what to discuss.
This is where the club comes in. She also wanted to start a book club and found people to do it! Yahoo!
Then, a book recommendation from one of the members. I’ve read it early (because I’m keen like that). I hated it. I was angry while reading it. Not because it was about angry things, no. Because it was a book that I did not like. (see previous blog about Such is my Beloved).
Last night at the meeting for The Book Thief, I was asked about SIMB. I had to think a moment before responding because this book was chosen because it was her favourite book ever! It was the best thing she could offer based upon her tastes. So, I tactfully said it wasn’t my favourite and then avoided the discussion until more people had read it. Why did I do that? I thought about my politeness and avoidance later – I didn’t want to be mean and do to her what others do to me. Just because she likes a strange or different or unique book, doesn’t mean I should bash her for her choices. I can rant about them later or elsewhere, but not to her face because really, it’s what she likes and frankly, I hate when people bitch and complain about stuff I love! Why go on and on about how shitty my book is when you’ve only read a little of it? And, why can’t you give me a reason for your dislike in a way that won’t make me feel like shit?
So, to be a nice person, I’ll rant and rave here, and be nice in person, because it’s what I’d want back. Hopefully it’ll karmaically (car-may-ick-lee) (I know, I know, not a real word) come back to me in later months when it’s my turn to pick the book again. Fingers crossed.