We had our final book club for the year. We have been meeting almost every month for the past seven years. I know this because Son # 2 was only three months old when it began and he's just turned seven. The club is not terribly serious as most book clubs go - it is just a good excuse for a group of us to have a regular social get-together and to read out of our usual comfort zone.
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Our members are from all walks of life - there is an architect, an art shop manager and an office manager, a public relations manager, a university tutor, a speech pathologist, an international fruit trader (but now she lives in America) ...and me (the closet blogger). You couldn't get a more diverse group of woman.
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We used to have a token male, who happened to be a builder, in the group. He hooked up with one of the other book club girls. Once they were an item he turned his back on books and then whisked his new girl friend away! I think it was the month that he chose Lady Chatterley's Lover... No joke!
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Here are some of the books which we have read in 2012:
One Day by David Nicholls. (I was almost booted out of the club for choosing such a melodramatic soap opera to start off 2011! It wasn't horrible but great for the beach if you want nothing challenging.)
Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones.
Jazz by Toni Morrison
Roseanna by Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo
Room: A Novel by Emma Donoghue
Past the Shallows by Favel Parrett
The City and The City by China Mieville
Look at the Birdie by Kurt Vonnegut
The Surgeon of Crowthorne by Simon Winchester
The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ by Phillip Pullman
Dream When You're Feeling Blue by Elizabeth Berg
Our meeting was held at Yvette's house. She's a mid-century furniture collector. She recently had her 'curvyliscious' sofa reupholstered. It used to be covered in a brown tartan arrangement; it's now a very mod 'chartreusey' colour in Bute wool fabric. It looks stunning but please excuse the very average iPhone photos.
|Curvy mid-century sofa|