My book club met tonight.
I have the most fantastic book club. I absolutely adore these women, they have truly come to mean so much in my life. We haven't had book club since December 9th, and it has been absolute ages, it seems like!
We sit around and talk and gossip and have the most lively conversations about the books. It's a real sense of sisterhood, and it's magic that it all came together.
Back in 2004, I was feeling sorry for myself since I didn't know anyone in DC. So I decided to start a book club and posted an ad on Craig's List. I got roughly 30 responses back and invited everyone over to the house. 11 girls showed up, and it was serendipity.
It was a WONDERFUL evening. We got the whole thing organized and it's been full steam ahead ever since. A few members have dropped out, some new folks have come in, and it's just been absolutely fantastic.
This month we read "Wicked" by Gregory Maguire, which a lot of people seem to be reading right now for some reason. I read it somewhere around 5 years ago, and there was no way in hell I was reading it again--I hated it. But it was a good kind of hate, it was the kind of hate that led me to say "THIS BOOK WILL NOT DEFEAT ME!" and I plowed through to the bitter end.
Consequently I didn't have much to say about the discussion--I couldn't much remember the whole thing. But it didn't matter, we had a great time anyway, and I've read the book for next week, "The Myth of You and Me" by Leah Stewart. Great book until the end, but I won't ruin the ending for those of you who might read it.
Anyway, my main point here is that the book club was and is the kind of miracle I need in my life. The once in a lifetime moment where you need something amazing to happen and all the pieces just fall into place and great things happen. We've had 3 author events, we've seen each other through losses and triumphs (right now we've got 2 brides and a mom-to-be in the club!), and just become great friends.
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