I’ve recently joined a book club. The last one I was involved in was over 10 years ago and I trooped along with my best friend. To say we were conscientious may be a little far-fetched. I still recall at one meeting my friend asking the host: ‘So can I get Australian Idol on your TV?’ All in all, we weren’t there for the books. We were there to catch up and in my friend’s case, to watch television.
This time around, over 10 years later, I’m hoping with a little more wisdom under my belt, I will be a better contributor and participant. You see like many things, book clubs are a great way for girlfriends to come together. Like the weekly netball game, the mother's group, the tennis group, the gym friends, the hiking group etc. it is an opportunity for women to catch up and be involved in something which goes beyond their partner, their children, their work, their home life. It is something just for them.
A friend who is clearly much better at this book club stuff than me suggested that we go in alphabetical order to choose who hosts first and who picks the first book. The first of the group is out injured so I’m up next to host and to choose. Being somewhat out of touch with the whole book club protocol I had to Google ‘book club books’ to actually choose one. I am certainly not up on the Pulitzer Prize lists nor the New York Times Best Sellers. So I chose one based on my Google search. Rudimentary at best. The book we are going to read is titled: ‘Everything I Never Told’ You by Celeste Ng. I for one can’t wait to read it. I’m looking forward to the meeting. If nothing more than to have a glass of vino with some girlfriends and put my husband on daddy duty for the night.