magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Just like high school all over again, tonight's book club meeting was for the discussion of Catch 22, and as I got on the subway and headed downtown I was approximately half way through reading it. I had never specifically not read Catch 22 in high school, but I did not read plenty of the other Classics of American Literature™. Given the non-chronological nature of the unfolding of the story in the particular one, I figured it wouldn't hurt to read the last few chapters on the train, even though I normally hate knowing anything about where a book is going to end, just so that I could get there myself rather than through other people's words. That, and I wasn't really liking the book all that much anyway, so I didn't feel like I had a whole lot to loose. As it turns out, only two of eight people who came to the book club meeting had actually finished the book.

It really was just like high school all over again, although the first thing we did was go around and talk about how far we had gotten rather than the high school response of trying to bluff our way through discussing it anyway, and, as I pointed out last time, very much unlike most people's high school experience, I presume, there was wine.

And again, like last time, I had fun.