Book Club
June 6, 2006
I turned down the walk towards the front door and saw a small brown package balanced precariously on the black metal mailbox. It was from my book club. As I climbed the steps I searched my mind for what had been at the top of my book picks on the club website. Was it another craft book? Perhaps it was a detective mystery? I couldn’t remember.
I pulled the carton with its red type and a pile of bills out of out of the mailbox and let myself into the building. Maybe it was non-fiction? Once in the apartment I dropped my keys in the basket and the bills on my desk and went to feed the dog, still carrying the box wondering what was inside. Was it a book I could read in an evening? It was early, only five minutes past five, so it was possible.
I flipped on the television and went back to the kitchen for some strawberries, gazing at the box. What had been on the top of the list? Was it a novel? Finally settling on the sofa, Oprah talking to some movie star I didn’t recognize, I tore open the box. The cover was bright pink. What the hell kind of book did I have on my list that would be hot pink?
“Down and Dirty” the gory red script screamed from the cover. “Down and Dirty”? What kind of book was this? I look more closely at the cover, a cartoonish drawing of a woman’s torso and thighs from the back wearing only heart covered boxer shorts. What was this?
I flipped through it from back to front. Maybe this was going to be a more interesting afternoon than I thought. Kicking off my shoes I pointed and flexed my toes and skimmed the text in the hardcover. “When she eased her grip on my hair…” Hmm… it was definitely going to be a more interesting afternoon than I thought.
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