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For the past few days, I’ve been working on a post about the ten best books I’ve read in the last decade. And a funny thing happened. I started feeling really, really insecure.

INSECURE THOUGHTS

Are you seriously going to admit publicly that that is your favorite book?

How come nothing that you’ve read in the last decade was written in the last decade?

Shut up about Harry Potter.

You’ve read an awful lot of self-help books and it doesn’t seem like they helped. At all.

David Sedaris is an awesome writer and you will never, ever be as awesome as he is.

If your aunties find out you read that book, you will be uninvited to Thanksgiving.

Why don’t you ever read books for grown-ups?

You don’t even know how to pronounce your favorite author’s name, dummy.

(Do you know how to pronounce Alain de Botton?)

So I’m scrapping that post. The insecurities won this battle, but they shall not win the war!

Made by Gabbi.

I had been thinking that I need to join a book club, because isn’t that what grown-up ladies do? Besides, I rarely have the energy for nightclubs anymore. A book club seemed more my speed.  And then whaddya know, my bloggy friends start up a book club.

We’re going to read Half Broke Horses by Jeannette Walls. And then we’re going to talk about it. If that sounds like something you’d like to do, email me: andreastaats AT gmail DOT com and I will hook you up. (I don’t actually know why people write their email addresses that way. I’m just doing it to fit in.)

Insecure Andrea would like you to know that she is not actually a slow reader. She is a super-fast reader, which has been a source of pride since kindergarten. The “slow” refers to the Slow Movement, which is all about slowing the heck down and savoring life. Doesn’t that sound sorta decadent and selfish? Yum!