book club?

So I joined a book club. Am I old or what? Holy cow. Actually, its worst than joining book club. I helped to create the book club. I am old. Myself and few old friends of mine are big readers and we usually end up reading the same books because we just borrow them off of each other when we are done. We usually end up talking about the books we have all ready anyway. It was decided a month ago that we would do this. The book? Persuasion by Jane Austen. We all love her so we decided to go with one of the books none of us have ever read. Dude, I'm old. Are book clubs passe? I mean Oprah has one and book clubs were mentioned in the last episode of Deperate Housewives. Are we riding on the fringes of an older peoples' fad? Is this the Ugg Boot of my generation? I feel like I'm pretending to be old. Seriously...the plan on Sunday when we meet is to meet at a posh tea place in the South Bay, sit around with our tea, scones and clotted cream and discuss the greater nuances of Jane Austen's last writing endeavor. Somehow, I can't picture myself doing it with a straight face. Kind of ridiculii. But at the same time...I'm kind of excited by it. I think it would be fun. We even have discussion questions all prepared. I don't know. I think I've crossed the line to old already. Its late and I have no idea what I'm talking about.