Behold! My brain did not explode

Last Thursday I ventured timidly to my book club, hoping and praying that my mouth wouldn't burst forth with profanities towards this month's book. Because the book was really bad. Really, really bad. So bad that I knew I would scream "This book is shittier than a clogged toilet that no one has fixed in three weeks!"

But then an amazing thing happened: we didn't even talk about the book. Well, maybe we did for five minutes but then we all moved on to more interesting topics like the writer's strike and how much we really miss The Office.

I was saved.

And here is the good news: next month we voted to read Life of Pi, which I read back in college and which is a pretty decent book.

And here is the great news: I am hosting book club next month so I get to choose three or four books that the club will vote from! Now my brain is buzzing with what books I should choose. I want them to be really good books, of course, but I also want them to appeal to a wide audience. Thus I need to stay away from such literary figures as Marquez or Vonnegut because their prose may be too "out there" for my little book club.

Here is a list of what I have in mind:

1.) The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri
2.) The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien
3.) The Road by Cormac McCarthy
4.) China Road by Rob Gifford (A non-fiction book by a reporter who hitchhikes his way across the Chinese version of Route 66.)

I'm sure I'm forgetting some great books...