Who me?

I’m reading a book called No! I Don’t Want to Join a Book Club: Diary of a 60th Year by Virginia Ironside. Despite that mouthful of a title, it’s not bad. It’s written as a diary of a woman who is 59 and turns 60, and it’s about how relieved she feels to be old. It takes the pressure off her — rather than feel like she can do anything, which she sees so many of her friends doing, she feels like she has the freedom to do nothing. In particular, she does not want to join a book group (as you might have guessed from the title) — I’m going to quote her on that subject here, because I suspect my friends in my book group might be reminded of one of our members:

As for discussing books, forget it. As far as I’m concerned there are only two phrases to describe books. One is: “Absolutely brilliant! You must read it!” or “Total crap. Don’t touch it with a bargepole.”

The book is really quite funny, a delightful tweaking of the chick lit genre. I suppose you could call it “granny lit” if you had to. Even though 60 is quite a few years in my future, I’m finding some of the tidbits the main character throws out about age quite comforting. In all honesty, the book is a lightweight piece of fluff — but it’s ingeniously clever. You must read it!

Posted on November 21st, 2007 by Katxena