Or maybe, just maybe, I should put my money where my mouth is. (Ew. What does that even mean?)
I chose that one.
I was invited to a book club to discuss We Hope You Like This Song. I knew two of the eight girls, but I was still nervous. Being in a home setting with more than three new people terrifies me. (If there is one spot in the entire room where you'll be in the way, that's *always* where I'm standing.) I also fear book clubs. Mostly because I tend to take 45 years to finish a book.
Well, this book club changed my mind. Within minutes of arrival, I was already shoving truckstop-inspired foods into my trap (fried cauliflower, pizza, and fried pork tenderloins) and swigging wine like a fancy pirate. Each member of the book club was the kind of woman I'd feel lucky to spend time with. But of course I creepily zoned in on the Iowan for my photo opp.
So, this is Chris. And she's awesome. And funny. And probably a little weirded out by me.