I started this book club when I was 8 months pregnant with my 2nd child. I did it for my sanity. For my salvation. For my soul.
It started with postcards. Not Evite or Facebook or Twitter or email. Postcards with stamps sent to a group of women who I thought may be interested in sharing my love of reading. A group of 10 (I think?) showed up at my house. We read To Kill a Mockingbird.
I had no idea it would last 10 years – or that we would be living in the same place for that long.
In that time over 50 women have read, discussed, laughed, indulged, cried with us. One of our members died.
Has book group had any long lasting effect on any of these women? I can’t say.
All I know is, on the 3rd Thursday of each month – there is no place that I would rather be than at book club.