Things I Learned at Book Club

(The first rule of Book Club is -- you do, eventually, usually, actually talk about the book. But only when the gossip runs out.)

Application of one's own saliva will stop bug bites from itching.
In related news, I am privileged to know someone who can lick her own calf.
The thing you really don't want to hear your doctor say when peering closely at your ass is "I'll have to use the cookie-cutter method."
6 out of 9 book-reading Gotham females are nervous about their moles.
Stytown: very very pretty, inexplicably confusing and obviously designed to trap the unwary.
Try a little Calvados in your white Sangria.
Nothing is grosser than skinned seals. Not even zit fetish websites.
New Zealand rules! But the Chinese food there is deep-fried and awful.
If the building is on fire, your class is probably cancelled.
Common knowledge be damned, bacon is actually meat.
Really bad-smelling cab drivers nonetheless know that there's no Rehoboth on Long Island.
I need to start paying closer attention to men's noses.
No matter how early good friends get together, they won't shut up until long after 10pm.

(For the record, the book read was Eva Luna, by Isabel Allende. Except for W., who was given The Stories of Eva Luna by mistake and will never forget the skinned seal.)