I do read. Really I do.

I do have a pile of books on my nightstand. I welcome the recommendations of friends. I am a devotee to the Times Book review section.  My preferences vary, can happily have a brief and fleeting encounter with some hen lit, go more highbrow with good non fiction, or have a twirl with the classics. 

Or not. 

And during the or not phases will stare vacantly off into space, read cereal boxes, always do the crossword puzzle, and eavesdrop when someone is regaling another one with the latest meaningful encounter they had with the written word.

But I definitively, absolutely and seemingly can't commit to do a book group.

Is it the peer pressure? I don't like groups? The selection of books? Are there no cliff notes if you run short on time? Not want to take a turn as the host house? Dislike finger food?

All of the above?

Maybe, book clubs just aren't for me, Liz… aka Carl.