One of the great pleasures of being an author today is speaking with book clubs. However, there is a sinister element at work now, threatening to take away the joy that is the book club phone call. And that sinister element is known as "Skype."
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.
I'm a southern Kentucky native -- grew up just a few miles away from the Tennessee state line, turned to Nashville in my growing up as the nearest "real" city -- and yet this weekend's Southern Festival of Books was my very first.