Joys of book club

This morning I met with my Tuesday morning book club, which has been meeting for twelve years now. We meet at my church, though not everyone is a member and you don’t have to be. At the start of each year, each person gets to pick a book for a month, which means that we read a very wide assortment of books.

Some poetry. We love Mary Oliver!

Some biography. Some fiction, and of course, some mysteries.

I’m the only writer in the group (or the only one who claims to be) and I find the company of readers so nourishing. As a teacher, and as a writer, I spend so much time trying to figure out what’s going wrong. So it’s a pleasure to be with people who are just enjoying what’s going right. (Not that we don’t occasionally carp.)

Do you belong to a book club? What are you reading?

This month we read The Known World by Edward Jones.


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