I live in a small town in the middle of Iowa. Part of being in a small town means you have a little book club consisting entirely of little old ladies that get together once a month to talk about whatever it is little old ladies read and discuss.

I don’t know what possessed the little old ladies in my small town to read “The Children of Men“, but I have nothing but the utmost respect for them attempting to read something that is borderline hardcore science fiction. I suppose the accompanying book club report in our town newspaper could give us a pretty good idea of how they fared.

Yep, that pretty much says it all, doesn’t it?