“Man, I wish I had someone to talk to about this amazing/horrible book.”
“Why don’t you join a book club?”
Ever run into that? Ever had people take about their book clubs and been like ‘aw man. I wish I was in a book club. That would be so cool.‘ Yeah, I’ve definitely been that person. I’ve been that person more than once, in fact. I run into people who are in book clubs, who talk about their book clubs, who discuss their book clubs with people who aren’t in the book club and all of it sounds like an awesome idea… until you really think about it.
From what I’ve heard, a book club is a democracy. The members of the book club throw out ideas for what book they want to read over the course of the month/week/etc and then they come back and discuss it. Perhaps there’s a genre or theme for the book club so members aren’t throwing out every book on God’s green Earth, but there are still dozens to hundreds of possibilities for the book club to read. Sounds great, doesn’t it?
Not only will you be able to discuss books with people, but you’ll also get to really work on your TBR… next month… when they pick a book on your TBR… or perhaps the month after that… or maybe… You see where I’m going? From what I’ve heard through the grapevine (as I’ve never been part of a book club myself and only have second-hand experience), it’s a very real possibility for the book of the month to be something you’re not interested in reading. What if it happens more than once? What if it happens a lot?
Okay sure. Maybe you’re in the wrong book club and you should find one more suited to your tastes (or TBR), but there’s never a perfect scenario. There’s never going to be a perfect book club where you get to read the right book at the right time and that’s what bothers me. Yeah, I think it’d be great to have the chance to sit down and chat about a book with people who love reading as much as I do, but I don’t like reading books I’m not interested in reading or reading on someone else’s schedule. (I did enough of that in middle and high school.) I’m an adult now. I have choices. And my choices are not on that book club’s TBR.
It’s for this reason that I find myself not liking book clubs. They might be great for other people, but they’re not what I’m looking for because I like to read at my own pace, on my own time, and what I want when I want. I have a dozen+ books sitting in my bedroom waiting to be read. I don’t want to have to set those aside for a book I’ve never heard of or have little interest in. I want to burn through the books I already own and enjoy reading. After all, that’s what reading’s all about: enjoyment.
Even though book clubs aren’t for me, maybe they’re for other people, maybe they’re for you! Do you belong to a book club? Have you left a book club before?
Let me know in the comments below what you think about book clubs. I want to hear all about it! ^.^
And check out my discussion from last week:
“Hype = Book Death?“