For many years, I have been a member of a book club. I think it was 1991 when we started; our first novel was Waiting To Exhale, by T. McMillan. Most of us are teachers; at one point the group was about twenty readers strong. Now we have about seven regulars. We meet four or five times a year, usually at each other's homes. We enjoy lunch at the home of our member host. We eat and have lively discussions. Sometimes the discussions are mostly about the chosen novel. We often talk about education issues. We catch up with each other. We have been known to talk at the same time, yet everybody gets an understanding of the points made. We have good conversation rhythm. It is fun, sisterly, and intellectually stimulating. Our book club meetings strengthen our bond of sisterhood.
One member makes sure we know about the meetings and secures the novels. She is very analytical. I keep notes. One member rarely reads the novels but has a lot of conversation about them. She likes to rewrite our bylaws. One member reads every novel before we confirm the reading list because she reads voraciously. One member is the newest one and we think we will keep her because she is just as opinionated as the rest of us. One member selects books that we get on her case about, but she does not mind that and keeps suggesting books. One member is so dedicated that she tried to host a book club meeting while she was recuperating from surgery. We overruled her on that one.
I am thankful for my book club sisters.
Happy reading!
TTYS,
Sylvia
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