I recently joined a bookclub. I know the shocker for most of you is not that I am in a book club, but that it has taken me this long to join one! What can I say, it’s tough to find kindred spirits in the overlarge metropolitan area in which I live. I’m not so damn sure these ladies are exactly kindred spirits yet, but I’m willing to give it a whirl and see how it goes. This is an exclusive invite-only club and I was invited by one of the members, but not the designated leader of the group and that caused much trouble at my first meeting. Additionally, the thing I feared most: my taking the whole literary reading too seriously – did in fact, prove to be problem. For my first meeting, we read Let The Great World Spin by Colum McCann. The book was a quick read and at points gut-wrenching without any overwhelming mention of 9/11. The NYT review is fairly accurate although I personally did not like the book as much as the reviewer seemed to. And that is where my problem at book club started. I came prepared. I read the text. I also (through prior interest) had seen the documentary on which large chunks of the text were based and even own the children’s book written from the original news story about the man who tight-rope walked between the two towers shortly after the buildings were constructed. I had notes and concerns about how/why the author had changed some of the background story of the original in his novel. Even more, I was able to write the author my questions and receive an answer from him regarding those changes in an author discussion prior to book club meeting.