Once upon a time ….since I love people….and I love books……I was the perfect fit to be part of a book club.
I tried six; I even started one. And I learned that book clubs—like books— don’t always end happily ever after.
Though Oprah gave a boost to book lovers everywhere, I never found that book group some of my friends rave about…. that meet religiously for decades; share joys and sorrows, inspiring and intimate conversation.
These days, the closest I get to a book group is when our cat sits on top of me when I read under the covers. She adds warmth— but not much wit.
Occasionally I write about books, to keep my book muscles functioning; still I can’t help feeling as if I’m missing out.
Like the times when I think I’m getting close to the end of a book…….then abruptly, a page later, it’s over. Instead of more book, the last few pages turn out to be a list of questions called: A Readers Book Club Guide.
It’s annoying enough that the book ends before I thought it would….and those questions are harder to answer than any literature exam I ever had in college.
But what really burns me is the attitude: Obviously this final section is designed to be reserved— for the exclusive use of book group members only.
Very elitist, I’d say. And a slap in the face to non-book-group members—such as….(ahem) moi.
Oh, I get the message loud and clear. But guess what—even though I know they intended to exclude me—-sometimes I read the questions anyway.
Meanwhile I’m still back where I started…..club-less in Carmel. But I just joined a virtual book group organized by the Silicon Valley Moms blog. We don’t meet in person; we live all over the country. It’s interesting to read posts submitted by everyone who wants to read that month’s book….which is how I came to write about The Possibility of Everything.
My 7th book club; and so far, so good. If you’re in a book group, I’d be curious to know what you love about it—just in case someday I take another stab at that happy ending.