A week before we returned to Austin, a friend of mine emailed asking if I’d be interested in taking an open slot in her book club. I went back and forth, wondering if I’d have time to do it, if I’d be interested in the books, etc., but finally decided that yes, I’d commit (she’d made it clear to me that this wasn’t a “come when you feel like it, read the book if you want” kind of book club. This was a “read the book, show up on time, be ready to engage in a serious discussion” kind of book club).
I’ve now been going for four months and it is, no joke, the highlight of my month. I love this book club so much, it’s almost ridiculous. The eleven other women are smart and interesting, and our conversations are so rich. The books are (almost) all wonderful and interesting (since I joined, we’ve read What the Dog Saw, Poems: New and Collected, Mayflower: A Story of Community, Courage, and War, and Snow Flower and the Secret Fan).
I shall not bore you at length with the details, except to tell you that the food at these meetings is beyond fabulous. Two people are assigned food each time we meet and last night, I was one of the food people.
As you can imagine, I did not take this burden lightly. I made Chocolate Carmel Crackers (I know, I know, but seriously, people, they are so good you could die. Bart even texted me TWICE during bookclub to tell me how much he loved the ones I’d left behind for him). And Banana Bars. And crostini and vegetables with both artichoke dill dip and jalapeno popper dip. And I was only half of the food committee. . .
Needless to say, I don’t eat dinner on the nights I go to bookclub.