Last night I had my bookclub.
Visitors to this blog last year will remember I started it for a group of friends, mainly old Uni mates who had just had children and were looking for some social interaction again.
I have enjoyed it way more than I ever expected, even though I have really only liked reading 2 of our 18 books so far 🙂 We have a lot of talk about themes in the books selected, and our own opinions of the writing style (no literary pretensions though). We’re also getting more relaxed about the format. I’m really looking forward to later this year when one of the topics is “Guilty Pleasures”. The idea is we all bring our favourite comfort trash reading and swap around, then discuss them the following month.
Last night’s book was by Penelope Lively “Making it Up”. It was an interesting premise that didn’t quite deliver on the possibilities as we had hoped. It’s a series of short stories which start with a small extract of the author’s life, and are then followed by a fictional account of how her life would have varied if she had made a different choice, or taken a different path.
Got me thinking about my own life and the offshoots I still have in front of me. Perhaps I need to take some time out and think about choices 🙂