Last year, my colleague organized a monthly book club. The parameters: 1)We will read The New York Times ten best books of the year, 2)members can participate freely depending on their taste and calendar, 3)the facilitator role will rotate, and 4)meetings are held in a public venue so nobody has to clean their house. The group chose to hold meetings at Global Market, a colorful hub in the center of Minneapolis with dozens of food options and diverse company. Since my book conversations are primarily with eleventh graders, I decided it would be in my best interest to join the club this year and recalibrate my literary speak amongst a more intellectual crowd. Our first book was Katherine Boo's Behind The Beautiful Forevers. Heading to Thursday's meeting, I wasn't sure what (or who) to expect. I found myself getting nervous; I rarely talk shop with adults! I knew my colleague ran with a pretty bright circle as he is a former professor of a nearby libe...