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When is a book group a gay book group, and other stirring questions

I feel like The Worst Reader, because I haven't finished a book since Barnaby Rudge last week. Which sounds maybe like one of those obnoxious things the more academically-minded kids said in high school, like "UGH I got a 93 on my Physics test," but...this is a book blog. And my only post this week has been about Meghan Trainor. And AS FANTASTIC AS SHE IS, she has verbatim said when asked about her favorite book, "I. do not. read. books." Which is of course fine, as some people prefer to live life or whatever, but as this is, again, a book blog, until someone writes a Tiger Beat Meghan Trainor biography published by Scholastic, she feels a bit off topic.

Ahhhh this is from her tour that I'm seeing in TWO WEEKS

I've been struggling through The Martian all this time. I'm also in two church book groups. The first is because my pastor wanted the young ladies to get together and read Facing Love Addiction (awww yeah). This is basically where we all get together and talk about past relationships and bond. So it's super-fun.

The other is the main book group, which I've been in for a few years and is the one that makes me read things like The Gnostic Gospels. We're now doing How Jesus Became God, which is written by an agnostic named Bart Ehrman who does A LOT OF RESEARCH and I respect that, but one member of our group *cough*Robert*cough* is a giant Bart Ehrman fanboy and believes everything he says and I like to make fun of him for this. I also like to not just blanket-believe Ehrman, 'cause come on. 

This book group's membership has shifted over time, but it almost always consists of like four or five gay men in their 40s/50s, a couple lesbians, and one straight person. It's the only time, even at my pretty gay church, that straight people are the minority. And it's not like we read gay books! We're all just super-into eating Thai food and discussing the history of Christianity. Which I promise isn't some obscure gay stereotype. Although, again, given the group's makeup, maybe it is and it's just that no one realized it until now.

I mean, I guess.

1/6 of the year is almost over and it just started, so what is going on. My whole "resolve to read more classics" has resulted in two classics being read (Carmilla and Barnaby Rudge), and me beginning Daniel Deronda and -- ha -- Crime and Punishment, which terrifies me because it seems to be all about Ideas and I am so bad at grasping Ideas. 

Please don't make me dig for your meaning, Dostoyevsky. I know you didn't have a lot to do in prison other than think about these things, but I got shit to do and I guarantee you at some point in your discourse on mankind I am wondering whether or not Meghan Trainor's gonna do her Can't Help Falling in Love cover at her Chicago concert, because while I have a bootleg version of that on my phone, I want to hear it in person, damnit.

HAPPY FEBRUARY (our high is -4 today). 


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