So, I've "joined" a book club. I use quotations because I joined two months ago, but haven't actually attended a meeting yet. At this point, I may never attend but that is besides the point. I did, however, read the book that was assigned for May: "The Master Butcher Singing Club". It was an odd book about a man who moves from Germany to the United States and opens a butcher shop. It catalogues his life as seen through the eyes of a friend of his wife's. The whole novel felt devoid of life to me. I didn't have to force myself to finish the book, but neither did I feel excited to get home from work to read it. If you decide to forge ahead with it, I recommend finishing the whole thing. There was a revelation on the last pages.