The Drinking Book Club
For some reason this reminded me of my mom’s 1960’s plus book club. She and her friends kept it going for decades, but I think they were teetotalers since we had so many Baptist friends. For a generation of women who taught school in high heels, pearls, stockings, and dresses, they had a good reason to drink…
Last year I was invited to join a book club, and I enthusiastically bought the read for the next month. Waited for the phone call or email for the next meeting, which never came. While I was disappointed, what really peeled my potatoes was that I’d bought a nonfiction book that was definitely not my cup of tea, and it had been expensive for an ebook. If I want to read a true life depressing but uplifting book, I would’ve sought out one of hundreds that tickled my fancy. No biggie though.
Have decided to start my own, and am throwing out the title “A Discovery of Witches” for the first meeting. I figure even if no one else is interested, I’ll have toddies and Deborah Harkness to entertain myself. Yes, I’ve read ADOW more than once, but want to do it in a face to face setting with other readers. Will I have wine? Most certainly.