A little over a year ago, at one of my very best friends weddings, an idea for a book club was born. After that discussion, dancing commenced and wine was drank and a few weeks later I could not get the idea out of my head. So I reached out to the two girls I had discussed it with (and another dear friend) and we decided to move forward and see where it went. We had all been in book clubs before, but for one reason or another they had ended, and we were all feeling like we would give it a shot, but didn’t have the highest of expectations, especially since no one knew each other. The common threads were friendship with me and a love for reading.
When we got together to discuss what books we wanted to read at my house over Mexican food and margaritas it became obvious that this group had the potential to be kind of amazing. No one jinxed it for awhile though, we kept meeting and reading and discussing and as the chemistry got better and better we realized that we had stumbled into something life giving. We started openly talking about how much we looked forward to our debates and how book club is shifting into a priority for all of us. Now we get together once a month and all our type A, first born child personalities are fueled by the structure we have set up – Monday nights in a local pub where we each pick a book every round and we sit over dinner and drinks considering each other’s take on whatever we have read for that month.
It’s hard to explain the magic of our little group, but it’s just glorious.
We recently celebrated our 1 year anniversary of book club, and y’all, I think this could go on for a lot of years. The pictures above include the books we read together over the last year, and I loved that we immensely enjoyed some of them and forced our way through others. We tried to pick a variety ranging from a couple of memoirs to mysteries to a short story circuit. I look forward to every time we get together and the inevitable fish and chips one of us orders.
To one year down and many more to come!