No secret: I love my books–and my book clubs. Since I’m boring and have basically no other hobbies whatsoever, I’m lame enough to be part of several book clubs. But I love them. Don’t be fooled. On a good night, total discussion of book amounts to about 10 scattered seconds with everyone shouting in different directions. The rest of the evening is a lot of laughter, wine, and girl time. Tonight is my night to host our neighborhood book club (my pick: The Secret Life of CeeCee Wilkes by Diane Chamberlain–amazing discussion fodder–if we ever around to actually discussing the book…). Experiencing appropriate mix of excitement and panic over whether anyone else will have liked the book and if I will have stocked enough beverage for the evening, but as long as no one steers me into a conversation of how much I disliked Fifty Shades of Grey (ack! There, I officially said it. Still adore E L James, though, so refusing to sign her off and looking forward to any forthcoming work…), we should be good to go. Bottom line, if you’re not part of one, kick up your heels and join up–it’s a good time ;).