Books: everyone loves to read them. But talking about them? Is that even possible?
I'm not really a stranger to book clubs. In fact, I've actually organized one myself in the past. Out of all of the book clubs that existed specifically within the confines of my old office building, it was certainly the best one. The idea of sitting down with people that I haven't met before to talk about a book, though, was fairly novel*.
And it was fun! Somewhat amusingly, the majority of us had not actually finished reading the book before showing up, and our conversation didn't take a self-serious, academic tone. I mean sure, we talked about some of the book's major themes and such, but we also went off on plenty of random tangents. It's *always* the right time to talk about how Fox aired episodes of Firefly in a different order than the creators had originally intended.
The venue for this event was great, too, albeit often unintentionally funny. We had a generous amount of space to ourselves with a table upstairs and the drinks were great. On the other hand, there was some fairly loud EDM being pumped out by the sound system, which made me want to bust out some sick moves while discussing characters' motivations.But hey, there's nothing wrong with that.
Note: I have no shame.