I love to read, but am not quick about it. I swoon over good writing and will spend 20 minutes reading the same page over and over to savor the images it creates. Sometimes I will read a page out loud, or copy it into my notebook to read it again later. Occasionally, a week or two will go by and I won’t pick up anything to read at all. I didn’t want to be hounded by having a fixed once a month date.
That was 7 years ago. We meet for brunch on Sunday mornings and take turns hosting the group. We also agreed to share leadership, so whoever is the host decides which book the group will read. She will also do any research necessary and prepare discussion questions to keep the conversation going and attempt, usually in vain, to keep the group focused. We have a tendency to laugh. I mean A LOT. In fact, there have been times when one or more of the members have not finished reading a book or even picked it up but come to Book Group anyway because we enjoy each other so much. And as our list of finished books has grown, so has our friendship.
Over time, our collective lives have mirrored the books we have read: There have been weddings, births, abandonments, death, divorce, illness, depression, relocations, murders, job losses.