Appropriately enough, today is the day on which I finished the book group book that we were supposed to discuss yesterday. The meeting had been rescheduled multiple times and each new time turned out not to work for the majority. Finally, lack of energy for making it happen (and lack of enthusiasm for the book) resulted in only three women getting together for wine and not discussing the book, which none of us liked terribly much and most of us did not finish reading.
The book: Indecision. I would classify it as a lightweight (beach-read) novel that, like its protagonist, wants to think it's much more deep and philosophical than it actually is.
That said, it did contain this bit, which I love, and which seems appropriate here:
I want you to think about what it's like for you to live in a consumer society in which tiny portions of desire are constantly being solicited from you and frittered away so that you can never save up enough passion to spend on any one thing.
