about 5 years ago i was in a book club. a book club that rarely read books. it was always more of a social outing, and that was fun, but eventually the girls talked about husbands and babies and things i couldn't relate to. it was still fun, but i was on the outside of things, and it became less appealing. i'm not sure when it happened, but our "book" club sort of fell apart.
when i was in college, both at k-state and at baker, i was forced to read. i was given the opportunity to discuss the books we read, write papers about them, search for literary meanings, etc. somehow, i love this sort of thing.
my friends kelly and julie approached me recently about forming a book club and we just finished up our first book. it was "the help" by kathryn stockett. i highly recommend you pick this one up. it tells the story of three amazing women and the change they brought to their town during an impossible time.
i had trouble getting started when i first picked it up a few weeks ago, and i ended up reading all 445 pages or so in 2 days. once i got started, i couldn't put it down.
our book club met to discuss "the help" last thursday. i was anxious about our first meeting, not feeling particularly social, and not knowing what to expect. i was pleasantly surprised. three of the girls are new to me completely, and it was easy to fall into conversation with them. the other girls are all connected to some stage of my life.
we all loved the book. and i love our book club.
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