Creating a Book Club

Disclaimer: I don’t want to click the “publish” button. Instead, I’d like to scrap this draft, go to bed, and tackle it with fresh energy tomorrow morning, but doing so would break my goal to publish a blog post every week. Since I don’t want to break a goal so close to the end of my year, I am going to publish this post with the knowledge that it’s lacking.

If you are a recent subscriber to this blog (I’m looking at you, new DAE students), check out my post “Three Lessons I Learned in Dallas, Texas.” It is much better written than what you’re about to read and will give you a better idea of what a coherent me writes like. So without any further ado, here is the tale of how I created a book club…

My goal to “join a group” has hung over my head throughout the past year. This is primarily because I would go back and forth on which group to join. I initially considered joining a running club, but I decided against this after straining my knee and observing how unnecessarily energetic those in athletic clubs tend to be. So after the dream of joining a weekly running club ended, I began to set my sights on something much more sedentary. And that was when I decided to join a book club.

I began discussing the idea with a friend, but we couldn’t find one that we felt fit what we were looking for. This discouraged us to the point of almost giving up, but then we saw the movie Book Club. Something about seeing the story of three older women coming together each month to talk through a book that they read resonated with us because the movie had soon reignited the conversation about finding a book club. We agreed that we might not find one that fit what we were looking for, so we decided then and there to make our own.

Before I knew it, invitations had been drafted, and we were well on our way to forming the initial group. Soon, we had settled on a time in August and chose The Glass Castle as our first book.

I’ve read the book many times in the past, so I was familiar with the story. But reading it through the eyes of someone knowing that they would be discussing the ins and outs of it with other people made me look at it through a wholly different light. As I read, I noticed themes and metaphors that I’d overlooked the previous times I’d read it, and I concluded that the story is truly one of my favorites.

When the book club day arrived, I busied myself by cleaning my apartment and getting ready for the group to come. My friend soon arrived, and we cut up the cheese for the tray that we figured gave our book club a certain level of class. This perfectly complimented the seltzer water and deep conversation, and before long, close to two hours had passed.

Everyone was soon standing to leave, but we had one more order of business to take care of: we had to choose next month’s book. This involved another passionate conversation (and mild debate), but we were finally able to settle on a book that we agreed looked like it would give The Glass Castle a run for its money.

Following this decision, I said goodbye to everyone and began cleaning up from the night. As I did this, I thought about how long it has taken to finally join a book club. I’ve searched high and low for one in the past, but I never could find the right one. Well, I couldn’t find the right one until I created it. I guess that’s a lesson for the future: if you can’t find a pre-made group to be a part of, step out on a limb and create it yourself.

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