I wonder about book clubs. They seem very cool and all - literature! Putative social interaction! - but what are book clubs about, really? Why were book clubs formed? How did it all go down?
Everybody got together. "Man, we have really nothing to talk about." "Hey, let's all read the same damn book - then we can talk about that."
One would assume that given a sufficiently well-read group, there would be no need for the rigmarole. Everyone would have already read the damn book. They could talk about any damn book they pleased.
I keep getting rejected for membership in book clubs. "Oh, all our slots are full." "Sorry," - like an afterthought!
Well the joke's on them. I find out what their little secret, agreed-upon book is, and I read it anyway. I have a mole on the inside. Then later, all nonchalant maybe I'll sidle up to a bonafide member, stretch my arms, clear my throat, "So...! That A Pursuit of Winged Creatures by Jaabsen...some story, huh?"
I love that look of caught trappedness they get when I spring that on 'em!