I have a wonderful book club now, and I’ve been a member of three other book clubs previously. The best one is now, and the worst one is the one I joined right after I moved here.
The funniest one lasted one afternoon, and was a conversation about books read in which none of us could remember the books’ titles, the authors, and the plots. I wrote a blog on that one called “The Bad Memory Book Club.” You can go back and read that for a laugh, if you want.
The worst one was a group of people who met at the public library. Everyone read random books, and then just sort of reported on the book each had read. The group of people was very nice, and we all got a variety of titles of which we might want to read in the future, but there was no unity, friendship, or refreshments (i.e. wine).
The reason my best book club is the one I am in now, is that…uh…I am in it now. I loved the retired teachers’ book club that I left back in Arizona. We’d all taught together for many years. We had a history and a present. I am still on their emailing list, and some of them read this blog. That book club is the prototype for my current one. Books are chosen for the entire year, assigned a month, a host, and a date, and there you go.
My current book club formed from my neighbor gatherings. One of the women said, “Let’s have a Book Club!” If she’s said, “Let’s put on a show, ” we might’ve done that, too, but thank God, it was a book club. So, we morphed from monthly dinners to monthly book discussions. Two members moved away, and we absorbed two. We are a diverse group…ages 40’s to 70’s…married, widowed, and divorced. All of us live, except one, in the same square mile…well, really less than a square mile. Some still work, most of us are retired. All of us are physically and mentally active and compassionate. All of us practice our own particular crafts, of sorts, in our own way. Pretty much, all of us enjoy a glass of wine.
We all have a lot to say about the books! Oh, the books…that is the journey, rather than the destination.