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."
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.