A few months ago I realize I’m not reading enough real books. Self help, guides to New York, photography, and cooking books don’t count. I needed analysis flexing, to curl a heavy book. After careful consideration I chose Middleseex. Friends (all my lovely offline friends) chanted they were in. I run into Dahl, who tells me she loves the Middleseex idea she saw on my site. No one has book clubs anymore. Great. The more the merrier. I even spoke to Ari about joining forces with the blogging book babes (cause, hey, I think I’m a blogging babe). Apparently not. Apparently, I’ve not only been excluded and rejected from Columbia University Sororities, but years later, I’m excluded from a book club of bloggers. Could I be more pathetic?
And will my offline friends ever want to brunch it out with Middleseex? I’m pathetically hopeful.