Table for Twelve
For our December book group meeting all twelve of us went out to dinner at a steakhouse, and I really enjoyed it. I'm still just getting to know these women, and this was a looser, more informal gathering than the structured discussions we have each month. And there was wine.
There was a Christmas book swap, and we did an interesting thing for our "discussion". We all read 84, Charing Cross Road, by Helene Hanff. It's a slim collection of letters written decades ago, a classic. But instead of talking about the book, each person picked one letter out of the volume and each told why she selected it.
It was so much more personally revealing than our general discussions about plot or writing or character! (Or politics, which creeps into discussions and is wildly left liberal leaning in this group.)
Twelve is a large number for a book group, and twelve women out to dinner is disordered chaos. But it all went well -- we had a private room at the restaurant and a smallish round table, which was helpful. A really good time was had.
There was a Christmas book swap, and we did an interesting thing for our "discussion". We all read 84, Charing Cross Road, by Helene Hanff. It's a slim collection of letters written decades ago, a classic. But instead of talking about the book, each person picked one letter out of the volume and each told why she selected it.
It was so much more personally revealing than our general discussions about plot or writing or character! (Or politics, which creeps into discussions and is wildly left liberal leaning in this group.)
Twelve is a large number for a book group, and twelve women out to dinner is disordered chaos. But it all went well -- we had a private room at the restaurant and a smallish round table, which was helpful. A really good time was had.
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