Once again, a whole week to read a book but it’s not the book’s fault. I really need to figure out this east coast/west coast schedule thing and until I do that, my reading time is going to be pretty limited. Too bad since it means it’s taking me a long time to read a great, fun book like NO! I Don’t Want to Join a Book Club.
That is my idea of old age (and death) – I’m not going to go back to school, or learn a foreign language, or do some weird travel excursions. I’m going to enjoy doing nothing. That’s it. No clubs or volunteer work. When I’m old I want to enjoy being old and feel no guilt for not having time or desire to do what other people think I ought to be doing.
I can barely wait to be 60!
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I’ve looked at that one. Maybe I’ll pick it up sometime…although while unpacking I realized I basically have an entire bookcase of unread books. I should probably work on those eh?
Right now it is all about short stories for me….I haven’t read a book in such a long time. Every winter I get the best of in short stories and spend the rest of the year trying to find time to read it….one day though, one day I will read a new book every week while I sit at the beach and relax!
Ha! Sixty my ass! Old? I don’t think so! Maybe 70. Maybe when I’m 70 I’ll want to pick my own past times too. And hey, she was a pretty hip “old” lady.