Read it and weep

Branding them "brave people" may be going a bit too far, but it's nevertheless fair to say that the members of the Piece Of Shit Book Club are hardy souls - foolhardy, perhaps - for putting themselves through hell. After all, if you attend a bad film night, it's only a couple of hours of your life wasted, whereas a book can consume so much more.

Beyond taking a perverse pleasure in literary awfulness, quite why you'd want to do it is beyond me - if I could find time to get my head into a book (which, sadly, I rarely can these days), then I'd want to make sure it was something I was genuinely enjoying reading. That said, I did for some reason force myself to endure Neil Warnock's autobiography earlier this year...