Book Clubs Are Ruining My Reading Habit

We all know I love to read. But I have a confession: book clubs are ruining my reading habit. Earlier this year, I joined the Brew Pub Book Club in an attempt to meet some new folks. I figured, hey, people who like beer and books? These seem like my people!


Then, not long after Brew Pub Book Club got started, a "book club" I was in last summer (read, a group of great girls who spent about five minutes talking about the book and two hours 55 minutes drinking wine and not talking about the book) re-launched, this time bound and determined to actuallly read the books.


And so it began... trying to read two (regretably non-YA fantasty) books each month, by a deadline. And it makes me feel like I'm in school. And I didn't like school. And I actually feel both stressed and guilty at not finishing my book club books. And I'm WAY behind on my YA reading.


Book clubs are ruining my reading habit. Well, book clubs, and crappy reality television that sucks me in.


On the flipside, though, I've gotten the chance to read some books I never would have picked up before. Like Chelsea Handler's My Horizontal Life. Hilarious. And the critically acclaimed Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCaan. An excellent, beautifully written, compelling book. But also, probably the reason I still haven't finished A Conspiracy of Kings by my dear Megan Whalen Turner. And the reason that when the much anticipated Mocking Jay and Clockwork Angel arrived from Amazon this week, I looked at them with a sense of sadness and regret. Soon, my lovelies. Soon, I promise my reading habit will stop ruining my reading habit.