Mom came up to visit for a day and a half. So sweet, but too short. Her mission: accompany me to my neighborhood book club featuring our novel, Depression Cookies. We had a lovely time. Everyone was so supportive!
Women shared childhood memories, family traditions, raising children, and how the book affected them. Some of their insight was truly inspiring.
We had some fun dissecting the meaning behind our title. I love when readers see more depth than we intended but are now thrilled to include in our interpretation. I joked with them: if Shakespeare were alive today and sitting in a book club, would he hear the generations of interpretation and simply sit back and say, "Sure, I meant all of that."
As authors, we build our story and want readers to embrace it. It's a whole other gift when the readers add value and make it even better. Thank you!
When my family and I moved to Maryland last year, I was sad. I loved my Colorado community, especially the lovely ladies in my book club (I still miss you!). Within weeks of the move, I opened up our new neighborhood newsletter to see a picture with the headline, "Goshen Oaks Book Club Celebrates 10 Years." I was beside myself with anticipation.
The Beatles summed it up perfectly for me. I truly get by with a little (lot) help from my friends. I am so grateful to this wonderful group of ladies for letting the new kid in and making me feel so special. A special thank you to Suzy for hosting.
Next on our list: The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot. I've heard wonderful things about the book, and it's been sitting in my to-read pile since it came out in paperback.
As a reader, does the book club experience add to a book?