Last Saturday was made up of errand-running, house-cleaning, grocery shopping and all that jazz. Last Sunday, on the other hand, was plucked straight from a bookworm's fantasy: book club. Our monthly bookclub meeting usually takes place in someone's home, but this month, we took advantage of clear skies and the fact that Piedmont Park didn't have some sort of event going on - a rarity on summer weekends.

So, we gathered. On blankets. In the shade. On a breezy July afternoon. We talked lit a couple candles, talked about the book, ate snacks, sipped our drinks, laughed and let the conversation flow in every which direction. It was nice. As for Paper Towns, it won't go on my list of recommendations; the storyline fell flat halfway through, and I literally rolled my eyes at the ending. From what I've heard, the movie adaptation followed suit, so hopefully we'll jump into something better for our next read.