



every woman i know has a book club story.
either they're currently in a book club and they love it.
or they were once part of a book club and invariably there's was a woman who dominated the conversation and drove everyone nuts.
i'm a book club drop-out...more times than i care to count.
i never seemed to be able to finish the book in time.
so now i've got my own book club.
here's how it works:
i read a book. call a friend after and say, 'hey, i just finished a great/crappy book'.
that's my book club.
lame, i know.
but it works.
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