Book Club Boundaries

As mentioned in my last post, the book-enthusiasts group I started in college served as the basis of the reading group I started at work. This is the e-mail I sent out when I first proposed the group:

The Imperfectionists and Me

There was lots of buzz last year surrounding The Imperfectionists by Tom Rachman, a debut novel about an English newspaper in Rome. I wasn't sure why it was receiving so much buzz, but now I know. I won't tell you too much about it (my formal review is forthcoming on FictionAddict.com), but I will say that I really enjoyed it. There were several parts that resonated with me because of the work I do. Here is an excerpt that I found particularly enjoyable:

FDGD

I love my job, don't get me wrong. I consider it a great blessing that someone pays me to do something I would probably do anyway, that is, read. But even the best jobs can drag after a week's hard work. You need a break. You crave some way to spice up your work week. One of the ways I do this is the book club I started. (I know, I know. Me? Start a book club? Shocking!) We meet every other week on pay weeks (to make those weeks extra special), and maybe I'll get into the specifics of that another time since I think it's a system that could easily be implemented in other workplaces. But today what I want to talk about is a newer institution, Friday Game Day.