I'm in a book group. I love the idea of it, but find the actual reading of the set text practically impossible. Yes, I know, it kind of negates the being in it.ÌýBut I like the company, the chat and the glasses of Sauvingnon Blanc.Ìý
At the last book group, I was delighted when the host, who also hadn't read the book, tried to divert attention from this glaring fact by throwing a clothes swap. As I was leaving later that night, clutching a skirt and a necklace, one of the book groupers asked what I thought of the book. "What book?" I said. You see what I mean?
I do read a lot of books. For work. Piles of them on the desk at work. The same amount beside my bed. Others stacked near the front door. Some on the kitchen worktop and a few in the boot of the car. It's a book lovers idea of nirvana. But makes me joining a book group a bit of a bus man's holiday.Ìý
Anyhow, this next book group meeting is going to be SO different. I am reading the book. "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" by Stieg Larsson. It's going everywhere with me at the moment. I'm only at Chapter 7 so early days but can't put it down. In fact last night I didn't go to the after show party of Martin Lynch's adaptation of Sam Thompson's Ìý"Over the Bridge" and was in bed with the book at 1045 while Michael Longley would have been reading his new poem composed for the anniversary and Jimmy Ellis, Martin Lynch et al would have been celebrating.Ìý
So thanks to my fellow book group ladies who have allowed me the space to finally find my reading mojo again. Nothing can beat losing yourself in a good book. And not a glass of Sauvignon Banc in sight!
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