One early summer night this year I walked up the steps to the porch of Brown’s house, on time (one never arrives at book club on time) and, even though I was puzzled by the lack of a treat table, walked in the unlocked screen door only to confuse Laura’s father and embarrass myself when we both realized that book club was next week. It was such a shame. I’d not only read the book this time, I’d even made treats! Two things I regularly neglect.
The good news, besides now having a story to tell, is that even though I had to cram it in last minute on a couple of them, I actually read some of the books before we met for book club, and, on at least three occasions, planned ahead well enough to bring treats.
I’m hopeful it’s a sign my life is finally settling…nope. Not going to say it. Don’t want to jinx anything.
In any case, I’m still struggling to get through the really long vampire book I started two Halloweens ago and am determined to finish, if for no other reason than to know how it ends. (I know, I could Google, but I refuse to Google or read cover blurbs or the back pages of anything I’ve not yet read before. Spoilers, and all that.)
Boys in the Boat comes so highly recommended and what I’m reading so far is so good. But I haven’t yet felt compelled to finish it yet. When my life is this busy I need to feel compelled.
Two standouts I actually did finish:
I was happy to return to the lovely prose of Jhumpa Lahiri this year in the form of The Lowland. It’s beautiful. And heartbreaking. Haunting, really.
And I nearly dismissed Liane Moriarty’s Big Little Lies as the literary version of Pretty Little Liars (which, admittedly, I formed opinions of without having watched on second of), but all of a sudden one simple line (yes, I’m avoiding spoilers) promised substance, drew me in, and held me. In other words, it surprised me. I like being surprised.
Not one for New Year’s resolutions, I will start off January with The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind, recommended by my sister in law and first on our list for book club 2017.
And I will finish that vampire novel. If it kills me.
[Day 58 of Ann Dee Ellis’ 8-Minute Memoir.]