About a year and a half ago a friend invited me to be a part of a new book club that was starting up here in town. It was a group of local women, most of whom I already knew, at least casually. All of us close in age, with kids in the local schools. These women are intelligent, warm, funny and I really look forward to our meetings.
Lately, though, I haven’t been very good at reading the books. Most are good books, but I haven’t made it a priority. My reading these days is mostly in Google Reader. So much content, so little time! But really- I should be able to read one book per month, right? Especially when life interferes with our meetings and I end up with two months or more to get the book finished!
I don’t want to lose this, because honestly it’s one of the few opportunities I have for thoughtful, intelligent conversations with people in real life. I don’t know if I even care that much about what we’re reading, because it doesn’t seem to matter. The conversations sparkle, there aren’t those awkward lulls.
Our next meeting is tomorrow night and I have about two thirds of our current book left. We’re reading The Seamstress, a first person account of the Holocaust. It’s a difficult subject but a quick read, and I can’t wait to talk about it. So I think I’ll wrap this up and get comfy with my book.
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My reading has fallen woefully behind lately, which means I’m only reading a couple of books a month. Let me know how you enjoy this one.
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Maybe instead of books, you could all subscribe to the same feeds and then talk about that!
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