Ok, so am I the only person who is the weirdo?
I belong to a book club, and I seem to have gotten the rep there of the one who chooses the "interesting" books. I am glad that my choices for reading material are broadening the horizons of my fellow members, but sometimes it would be nice to have more than one other person like a book I choose.
This month it was my turn to choose and lead the discussion: I chose Lost Boys by Orson Scott Card. This is a book that makes me cry every time I read it, and I am not a crier by nature. (My childhood burned that out of me.) It is a lyrically written book with nary a bloodbath or shooting to be found. Only one other person liked it without reservation, and several others couldn't finish.
Oh, well. I guess it doesn't matter too much. We had a good discussion, and I will continue to love the feel of this book, its tone and the noble and beautiful sacrifices it describes.
Sometimes everyone needs a good cry, and I know how to get one.