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Laughter, sharing, listening, drinking, eating, laughter...and, once in awhile, we talk about books.
Eleven of us started a book club a couple of years ago. Readers, we were always telling each other, "Oh, you should read this." Wanting to discuss a great find, we searched for someone else who read the same book. Finally, one of us said, "We should start a book club." And we did.
We meet monthly in a beautiful space on the upper floor of an art/framing store owned by one of our members and her husband. It is the perfect place for a group of women to meet...old brick walls and wooden floors, accented with deep, comfy couches and chairs that we can sink into as we eat, drink, laugh and discuss.
Six of us met after school to discuss Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter by Tom Franklin, the book of the month. Some had read it, some had not. Some liked it, some did not. That wasn't really the point, we decided. The point was to meet, eat, drink, laugh, and discuss.
And that we did.
We talked about the lockdown drill our school ran earlier in the day and the inservice after lunch. We discussed about how sad one character's life was and how he reminded us of far too many students in our classes. We empathized...
We are also reading The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin month by month. We talked a lot about her premise that we shouldn't fear failure--or we should have fun with failure--or something like that. We all agreed that is easier said than done. But we understood the concept she was trying to get across.
We all enjoyed the food, drink and company. Meeting with this group of intelligent women soothes my soul. They make me smarter. They make me more compassionate. All too soon it was time for us to head home. Even CInderella had to leave the ball.
As I arrived home to a flooded bathroom and a plumber trying to fix the problem, my husband asked, "So, did you even talk about the book? Or did you just eat and drink?"
I just smiled. I love a man who gets it...