Laura and I were the honored guests of my mom's book club tonight. They had read The Book Thief, which we had recommended for two reasons:
1. It's an unbelievable book and one of our all-time favorites; and
2. We got to do a little bragging because Major Agent just happens to represent Mr. Zusak. Pretty cool, huh?
Anyways, we had a great time discussing Zusak's beautiful prose and hanging out with some cool ladies. All in all, it was a pretty great evening.
Afterwards Laura and I were lamenting the lack of a book club of our own. A group of fun, young-ish women who get together once a month to drink wine and discuss books. Sound fab right? So why is it so hard to make this happen?
I was in a great book club back in my Chicago days and was really eager to find a new club once I moved to Cleveland. I finally found a group that was supposed to meet once a month and couldn't wait for the first meeting.
We were supposed to read Angels and Demons. Ok, so warning bells should have been going off at that point. Not like Angels and Demons is the most provocative book club book and this was like 5 years after the book was out, but whatever. I was keeping an open mind.
Sadly, I was the only one.
I showed up to the house for the club only to find out that it had been cancelled and no one had bothered to call me. The reason for cancellation? "Us moms just don't have time to read."
I cried all the way home.
And yes, I might have been a little bit post-partum-y at the time. But it was just so depressing to find myself in a new city with no friends and a group of women who don't make time for books. I mean, I don't have time for lots of things. Scrapbooking, for example. No time for it. Or cleaning my window screens. Yup, no time for that either. Or even returning phone calls. I almost never do that. But, no time for reading!? Seriously? Do they realize what they're missing?
So, tell us dear readers, are you in a book club? And if so, how did you get things started? We do (shockingly enough) have friends, but most of them claim they don't have time to read. It's sad and frustrating at the same time.