Last night was the third meeting of the bookclub I joined a few months ago.
It also was my turn to "lead".
The book I'd chosen was Peter Cameron's Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You.
I hadn't read it before, but the reviews were good, so I figured this would be a good way to force myself to read it. It did.
I loved it. You should read it too, you know, if you like that kind of thing.
My fellow bookclubbers, however, didn't. They didn't like the protagonist because he's kind of a snarky loner.
Of course, I take this as a personal affront. How can I not?
It also doesn't have a neat tidy happy ending...or a clear cut moral.
The first book we read was The Alchemist, which everyone loved.
I hated it, but at least I had the politeness to keep that to myself.
Anyway, not everyone hated it....but enough.
I don't know.
I did manage to get some good provocative discussion out of the book, however, so that was good.
So who was there, you ask? Oh, you didn't? Tough, I'm going to tell you anyway .
Actually as I'm sitting here I realize that I could easily simply edit an earlier post about another group of gay men. ...ok about every group of gay men.
My list of the 14 people you meet in gay groups really seems more accurate than even I realized.