Book Clubs in Suburbia - The Story Behind the Story

I attended my first book club meeting recently. The official purpose of the meeting is to discuss a book. But I'm here to tell you that the meeting purpose is merely a coverup for the real purpose of the book club meetings: to get out of the house and be social. I felt a little silly that I'd brought along my copy of the book of the month, or that I had prepared for the discussion by researching some of the issues the book confronted. (yes, I'm a nerd at heart, thank you very much)

Some highlights:

- we spent about an hour drinking wine and eating sweets before anyone mentioned the book (other than to say that they hadn't read/finished it)
- when we finally all agreed to sit down and discuss it, the discussion lasted a total of 15 minutes
- everyone declared that they really liked the book, there was little chance to critique it or talk about style, voice, etc.
- someone nominated the next book to be read
- the party concluded shortly therafter because people had to get back to relieve their sitters

All in all, I had a wonderful time. It was enjoyable to share the company of a very interesting group of women. But next time, I'm not going to bring the book. I almost forgot to take it with me when I left, having consumed a little too much wine and probably not enough sweets.