He doesn’t know it, but he’s in my book club
Dec 09, 2020
2 minutes
When a neighbor asks if I’m in a book club, I’m not sure how to answer. “Yes,” I say. “And no.”
Our book club of two formed organically years ago when I saw a bookish, 40-something man sitting across from me in jury duty in Concord, Massachusetts, reading “My ’Dam Life,” an obscure memoir by
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