Why does no-one want to be in my book club? We get to talk about really cool, magical books and eat cookies and cakes. And drink sweet tea.
I can’t be in a book club all by myself now.
Today I was eating my rice and eggplant and reading a little Murakami, when along came the friendly, old man I always see eating in my favourite restaurant. He said to me ‘If you want to make friends, read a book. It always attracts me to people. I get nosy and want to know what they are reading.’
I feel the same as this old man. Although I rarely see ANYONE reading here. I’m usually the only one. How on earth can people handle bus rides, metro rides, queing…without a good book?! It baffles me.
Well at least the old man likes reading books. Maybe he will join my book club?