"the shack" and other stupid books i hated

i was going to write an entry about why i hated the book "the shack" but then i decided that "because it was stupid and terrible" would not make for an exciting blog topic. but it did make me think about books and this book club i was in once. and i know i have said in a previous blog entry that i hate book clubs and other ridiculous reasons women use to get together and drink and gossip - because i think the drinking and the gossiping alone are good enough reasons for getting together. but i was trapped in augusta, georgia and desperate for a social life, so i joined this book club. and while i did read a couple of books that i truly enjoyed, i also read one of the most depressing and horrible books ever (the title of which i cannot recall but the subject matter (child abuse) is burned into my brain forever. it must have been an oprah book - i don't know how that woman stays so positive when all she reads about is death, abuse, poverty and hunger - just when you think no one else can die, someone has a baby). at one of our book club meetings, a girl asked if we could read a romance novel - and at that same meeting, another girl suggested a political biography. how can these two people ever agree on a book? and i find both genres equally offensive. but i suppose the purpose of a book club is to read books that you might not otherwise read, and i guess i would just rather not.