If you lament to your mother that you can't seem to find any places to make friends often enough, eventually she will talk you into coming to her neighbor's book club.
A half hour into the meeting, you're accepting the offer of a refill on your wine glass to take the edge off the bombardment of "girl talk"--or rather the talk of married/divorced women my age and older. Including Mom.
After we talk about the book for about five to ten minutes, of course.
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I'll get into the more specific details of how I came to join the Neighborhood Book Club in the next post, but for now here's the gist of why I started this blog:
1. I like to read and I like talking about books I've read.
2. Book clubs make people read books they probably would never read in a million years--at least, in my case it is true. (So get ready for some rants and hopefully a few "pleasantly surprised" admissions.)
3. The Twist: I am the only single, never-married woman in the group. (And possibly the youngest but I can't confirm without point-blank asking everyone).
4. The Sub-Twist: Most of the members live in my parents' neighborhood--i.e., my childhood home. And a few members are longtime residents. (Prepare for some awkward moments.)
So, pour yourself a nice beverage, pull out your library card, your Amazon account, or your Kindle, and stay tuned for reading notes, meeting minutes, and all the surrounding drama/hilarity/insanity.
Because there will be some of each at every month's meeting.
4 comments:
Cool! Looking forward to it. I was in a book club once and it was a pretty good time.
My first committed reader! Yay! :)
And I am hoping it will be a pretty good time, CCR. Or at least I'll get some fun out of telling other people about it. . .
Ugh, the quest for the perfect book club. Its like looking for a pair of comfy shoes...exhausting!
Yeah, and sometimes painful in the meantime! :)
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