It’s When Harry Met Sally. Without Harry. Or Sally. That’s my review, and now you don’t have to go to the bother and expense of actually seeing the movie. But I was not so lucky. I didn’t pay attention to the reviews. Oh course, no one is so naive as to believe the ads: “An epic romance!” Please, someone, tell Harper’s...

Our book club has a few problems. Agreeing on what to read next is like Democrats and Republicans reaching a (Gasp!) compromise. Some of us (me) want classics, Diana the latest bestsellers (although she did suggest The Great Gatsy last time), and Betsy doesn’t want to do hardcovers. Setting a date to meet is harder than getting a bachelor on one of those...