When you joined your book club, you thought it would be such a great way to meet new friends, expand your literary horizons and up your dinner party banter. Little did you know you'd now be at the mercy some very annoying "characters."
It got worse: The day after I was mugged, he emailed me negative comments he claimed the group made about the book after I left. Apparently the people who really disliked the book were too intimidated by my presence to say so -- at least that's what he reported.
About a year ago, I caught book group fever. An avid reader, I had never been part of a book group. I listened wistfully to friends' recounting of lively conversations, envying the breadth of titles discussed by readers.