I've always wanted to be part of a book club. A small group, maybe 10 or so ... we could then meet at each other's homes. It would be good to be invited by one friend and then I could meet others to see if we have any friendship genes in common.
My first venture was through the local library. It was way too large with the room too small. Most people had indeed read the book so it was interesting ... just not enough to get me to come back.
The next foray was with the Mom of one of Kate's friends. She had belonged to this group for years so I was pretty excited. They met at one another's home and included brunch. Double exciting. The book that was chosen I would never have read on my own which was a good exercise for my brain. Except only one other person out of 15 had read the book. They just liked to get together and show off their $1M kitchens and gourmet cooking. And drink a LOT of wine. Honestly it was like Stepford Wives. All surgically enhanced chemical blonds with expensive casual clothes with matching shoes and jewelry. I came in my jeans. And I don't drink that early. And I had read the book!
Oprah was my next book club and it worked out the best, so far. Her book picks mostly are tragic without happy endings so it just added to my situational depression.
Yesterday, on Facebook, I got the PERFECT idea to start my OWN book club ... we will meet in the evening, with wine and accompaniments ... and we will read wine labels. I have a few friends and cousins and siblings who may want to join me ...