Well it came and went, and I didn't die of embarrassment. Nobody finished my first pick, and no one finished my second either. So we really didn't talk much about either book, except what I didn't like about it, and what to do if somebody runs in to the same situation again. I did feel pretty stupid for panicking so much about it. I guess I was more concerned about what everybody would think of me and my intellectual acumen than I needed to be. THEY all took it in stride and chalked it up to a learning experience... while my left eye kept twitching and I wanted to crawl under a nice big rock and be invisible.
It's so funny cause usually I don't let stuff like this bother me. I'M usually the one chalking it up to a learning experience. But for some reason book club means more to me. Its my chance to showcase my brain, my social conscience, my understanding of the world around me as I pick a book that makes everybody Ooo and Ahhh. Well, what was supposed to be a graceful pike with a 1/2 twist turned into a belly flop and I now I have (almost) no sacred cows left to disgrace in my life. Phew... I needed that hurdle to perfect humility out of the way anyhow.
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I feel for you, Sis! Just remember, "We should be more gentle with ourselves." Go listen to that song again! Pride is a hard thing to overcome, for sure. I like your metaphors...:)
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