Monday, September 1, 2003

In an attempt at self betterment that will probably abort itself in mere days, gentle reader, I inducted myself into a book club recently. How do I set up a discussion board? What’s good to read? What books have won Pulitzers and Nobels? I’m supposed to figure these things out, bless my soul, and all I’ve done is blow my paycheck on a bunch of books. Fortunately, they promise to be good reads: Jhumpa Lahiri’s Interpreter of Maladies, Yann Martel’s Life of Pi, Sue Monk Kidd’s The Secret Life of Bees, and Richard Russo’s Empire Falls will probably remain shut for a good few years.

Unfortunately, I didn’t buy the very first club book, Salman Rushdie’s Satanic Verses, because the two available copies were covered in a devilish coating of snot and glue. Not guilty.

Any and all gentle readers are welcome to join, as the discussion board will be Net-based. I’m doing this to protect myself from all the pathological sneezers and glue mongers out there.