On Day 5, I joined a book club.
Well, technically, I joined it a month ago, but tonight was our first meeting. We reviewed the book Then We Came To The End by Jonathan Harris (Why can't I underline? I want you all to know, that I know the title should be underlined).
It's a book about the weird family you make at work. It's about office gossip. It's about being part of the collective. It's a warning about losing yourself in the mob mentality and about the joy of being accepted into it.
I'll be honest, I really didn't like the book. I was afraid I would go to the club and be the only one who identified with the book, hated myself for doing it and then hated the book as a result.
So, in summary, I was afraid that I wouldn't be part of the group for identifying with a book about being part of a group but somehow ended up being part of the group for not wanting to seem like I long to be a part of the group. In the end, I realized I liked the book, but it could just be because I raged against the machine and refused to be assimilated. Or it could have been the fact that we met at a wine bar and I indulged in some outstanding, albeit overpriced, Pinot Noir. I like pretty much everything when I drink wine.
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