I've never been a fan of book clubs. I feel like I have a very specific taste in books (books that have a lot of angst and danielle steel novels, but no chick lit) and I could never see wasting my time reading a book someone else suggests and then sitting around talking about it. Mostly its the reading a book someone else picks out part that bothers me. That is until this week. I just finished 1984. I know, I know everyone read this book in like 4th grade and is so over it. I read it too, but ages ago and I'm pretty sure I didn't so much read it as buy the cliff notes and write a paper on it that still got me an A.

Anyways this time I really read it. Cover to cover. Twice I missed my train stop because I was so engrossed in it. Man was it disturbing and interesting. I've had dreams about it. And now that I'm done reading it I can't stop thinking about it, and how fucked up the end is. I feel like the only way to get it out of my system is to talk about it with other people who've read it. Thus the whole book Club might actually be a good idea realization..