I bought something new.
I’m a member of a Book Club. A really awesome Book Club. I like everyone in it, and I’m honored to be a member. I LOVE my Book Club.
For the past two or three years, I’ve been getting the Book Club book from the library. They weren’t always that great, and I’d been spending too much on books.
But this month, the Public Library System let me down. It’s the first time it’s happened. I won’t go into the details, but after three weeks, I still didn’t have a copy of the book in my hot little hands. And our meeting is Tuesday. That gives me three days to read the book.
If I didn’t want to read this book so much, I’d just forget about it. But I’ve been wanting to read The Moviegoer for awhile. It’s famous for being the book that won the National Book Award in 1962 over Catch-22 and Revolutionary Road. It’s a Southern coming-of-age story. I can’t wait to read it.
So now, with the clock ticking, I had no choice but to buy it new. My intentions were pure. I tried to get it from the library. And then when it became clear I wasn’t going to get it from the library, I sent out an email to the group in hopes of borrowing a copy. But no one who had it was finished. So my choices were to either buy it new or not read it at all.
As my husband observed, “You take your Book Club very seriously.” I guess I do. So my 4th “fall off the wagon” is my Book Club’s selection for June: The Moviegoer. By Walker Percy. I don’t feel too bad about it.
If you want to check out my other slip ups, click here for my January search for gloves for the Jane Austen Ball, here to hear about my purchase of a Congratulations card for a co-worker (does that really count?), and here to read about how I purposely leapt off the wagon by purchasing books by my friend at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books.
So that’s my confession. Do you have anything you’d like to confess? Tell me about it in the Comments section.