I am part of a book group that meets once a month. There’s about 5-8 of us (depending on schedules) and I look forward to it all month long. I use the word ‘book’ lightly, since few of us ever read the book (these kinds of books, clearly don’t count).
In fact, this past week I hosted. I was buying small mason jars for the strawberry tiramisu I was making. The gal behind the counter asked if I was canning. I explained that I was using the jars to serve dessert. She said, “oh, are you having a party?” I said, “it’s for my book group.” Then she asked, naturally, “What book did you read?” I looked at her and embarrassingly said, “I have no idea.”
I couldn’t take the time to explain to her that ‘book group’ is really just a group of girls that make it a priority to get together once a month. We eat, drink and chat–occasionally we’ll talk about a book. It’s girls being girls without the distraction of work and family. I envision us being old and grey and still getting together. Maybe then, we’ll have time to read the books.
Are you part of a book group? I’d love to hear!
PS-This was the book we were supposed to read
Print by Jane Mount would be a cute gift