A 26-year-old on her regrettable decision to join a Manhattan book club: "We each had to bring in two short stories for the group to read. Everyone brought something from the New Yorker, except me. Someone said, 'Why would you do that? The only great short stories are in the New Yorker.' I don't know why I keep going." I don't know why she keeps going either. The only great stories are in the New Yorker? Every last one of those people deserves to get stuck on a city bus with Adam Gopnik. A speeding bus, with Gopnik threatening to read the turkey delivery episode from Paris to the Moon if it slows down, and people screaming.
The book clubs that ate Manhattan! [NY Post]