The Tiniest Book Club has been up and running for a few months now. And the members are all kinds of wonderful. Ok, it’s mainly that they love books, drink gin and let me be kind of in charge. Thinking about it, that has definite potential as my new dating profile…*Ahem*
I’ve said it before, but it really does amaze me that people turned up to this bunch of complete strangers. I mean, I know I set it up myself and consequently turned up to the same strangers; but because I made it, it didn’t seem as odd or scary. Scrap that. It was terrifying. I’m doing that thing where my memory is that it was fine because it turned out fine. Actually, I thought no one would show up, or it’d be really awkward and silent.
What I’m trying to say is, I (probably) wouldn’t turn up to a group someone else had set up when I didn’t know them or anyone else, but I’m glad other people did. Jeez, it’s a good job I don’t daydream about being a writer for a living… **double ahem**.
Moving on. So far we’ve read:
The Lost Sister, Tracy Buchanan
The Friend, Teresa Driscoll
Silent Companions, Laura Purcell
Fat Chance, Nick Spalding
I’m sure there was another one? Maybe not. We didn’t do one in December as realistically we were all knee deep in cheese, gin and Quality Streets. Or maybe that was just me. Either way, we did a Christmas get together instead. Yes, I’m mentioning the ‘C’ word in January, even though we’re all on the resolution train now. Go check my f*#k basket, it’s running low. Ooh, January me is a tad aggressive! And I don’t even have the ‘hanger’ excuse of following my doctor’s recently imposed ‘no cheese’ rule (hives be damned) because I’ve been casually ignoring it so far. What am I trying to say? There was a thread somewhere but I appear to have dropped it.
Books + Christmas + Togetherness – Book swap! We did a book swap! No expense needed. Wrap up a book you love, bring it and share it. We just did a lucky dip. Then we opened them in turn and the person who’d brought the book shared why they wanted to pass it on. It had the essence of why I wanted to start the book club in the first place, shared with a group of new friends, squeezed next to a frankly ginormous Christmas tree, with a cup of mulled wine.
But ok, for you purists, January. New Year. New you but with all the best bits carried over. Unfortunately, New Year, enhanced you doesn’t have quite the same ring to it does it though, eh?
I fancied something inspirational and forward thinking as a theme. Maybe an autobiography. Something to get us motivated and in a healthy mind-set for the new year. Well. We didn’t choose an autobiography as it turned out. Democracy and all that. We’ve gone for The Immortalists, by Chloe Benjamin. The blurb seems to centre on the question of how would you live your life, if you knew the date you were going to die? Nice and cheery, huh?
But it does actually have the dichotomous reflecting and looking forward vibe I was wanting so I’m sure I’ll enjoy it. See? Kind of letting me be in charge. They are good to me.