Wine Club

All my fears about joining a book club have been realized.  Specifically, the fear that I am not motivated enough to actually read the books in time for the meetings.  I actually like reading, and some (though not all) of the books have seemed quite interesting.  It's just that I don't have much time during which I could read.  See below for graphical evidence:

A Day in My Life:

See that purple slice?  Not very big, is it?  Additionally, I have other things I'd like to do with my free time.  So when that precious sliver of time rolls around each evening, Reading a Book Someone Else Chose has to compete with television, movies, the hot tub, and precious sleep.  Not to mention paying the bills, folding the laundry, or even blogging.  Most nights the book loses.  And this is why I am only 60 pages into the book we are slated to discuss tomorrow night.  

Having been the student who always completed every assignment in school it is kind of liberating to be blatantly ignoring the main premise of a book club.  Luckily, I don't have to feel too guilty, as several of the other members of the club have the same problem.  At the last meeting exactly none of us had read the book.  Somehow, we still managed to chat for over two hours.

This is why I proposed dispensing with the pretext and just renaming it Wine Club.  But I guess some folks actually read the book this month, so maybe that won't work.  It's time for us to select a new bunch of books to read and I'm still holding out hope that if we choose fluffier, easier, more compelling books that I might actually get through them.  Yes, I need Book Club dumbed-down, apparently.     

Tonight, during my 2-ish hours of Free Time after the kids go to bed and before I fall asleep, I will feel zero pressure to read, as finishing the book  in time is now a lost cause.