Last night was my very first book club meeting.
I was unreservedly pleased about its existence, because it did "force" me to read a book that I otherwise would not have, but I wasn't as sure about actually talking to people about it.
I love sharing books, but as the meeting progressed, I realized that up until that point, "sharing" entailed only "have you read 'X'?" " Yup". "Didja like it?" "Yup".
Not much of a discussion.
Last night was great; I was really able to examine and recall much more about the book during the discussion than I did during its initial reading; it was like reading it twice. I hadn't discussed "themes" and "hubris" and "Edith Hamilton" since AP English.
Now I just need to find a "therapy club"; maybe then I'll discuss some of the personal issues that I've always kept inside...I was never able to take "AP Psychology"...
The Kite Runner
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