Tonight was my first-ever book club meeting, and oh, it was fun.
I was a little bit nervous. My friend C. invited me to the club, and though I’d met most of the women on occasion, they were long time friends of hers. But I felt immediately welcomed, and accepted as part of the group.
And what a lively group it was! We gathered around the dining room table right away, and tucked into a rich quiche of spinach and feta cheese, a mixed green salad, and French bread which we spread with tiny pats of herb and garlic butter. We passed wine back and forth across the table, and finished off with rich shortbread cookies and coffee. Lots of laughing, talking, eating, and sharing of ideas.
But if you think the evening was nothing but frivolity, you would be mistaken. We quickly got into a discussion of the book, which most of the group praised unequivocally. We all agreed that Sarah was somewhat shallow and impulsive, and that her action on the beach was kind of surprising and perhaps not altogether unselfish. We loved Little Bee’s humor, her patience, her desire for a better life and her resignation when she knew it was not be. We deplored the kinds of conditions from which she escaped, and remarked upon how little we knew of the atrocities of the world, how sheltered we had been.
We complained about the men in the book – the men in general (as in the ones Little Bee so feared), and Lawrence and Andrew in particular, for their weakness’ and selfishness.
We read our favorite passages aloud and talked about why they were meaningful.
It was everything good I imagined a book club could be.
I’m so pleased to have been part of it.