Well, I’ve gone and done it.
I’ve joined a book club.
I’ve never been part of a book club before, ever. I think this is a little strange because I love to read, I love to share what I’ve read, and I love to share my favorite books with others. I’m always making suggestions to others when it comes to books. At least to my family anyway. It is very, very rare that anyone actually reads the book I’ve suggested. I’ve really only been successful at getting a person to read a book I suggest when I’ve GIVEN them the book to read and practically force them, lol. And even then its very difficult to bring up the issues in the book that I’d like to discuss with said person. If I try to talk about a book it ususally goes like this:
I’d say, “So did you read that book I gave you?”
Person would reply, “Yes.”
I’d say, “Well, did you like it?”
Person would say, “Yes!”
I’d say, “Where you just dying when………..?”
Person would say, “Uh-huh.”
end of conversation.
So now I’m part of a book club.
We all read the same book, we gather together, we discuss the book. And not just whether we liked it or not. We discuss the layers and emotions of the book. We dive into the very middle of it, swim around, mix all of our ideas about it together, and I walk away having thoroughly enjoyed the intellectual stimulation.
Okay so I didn’t get to really participate this month, I didn’t get a chance to read either of the two books we were supposed to read. That is only because I was unable to obtain a copy of one and had no idea about the other. I was a little disappointed that I missed out, but plan to fully participate next month. I can’t wait to read the book, and I can’t wait to discuss it.
1776 by David McCullough
:D
@–>–Rose