Or, that time I crashed the Library Book Club Social Hour.
My sister loves reading. She loves reading in the nicest, purest, most normal way possible. People of my generation, you, me, lovely book bloggers on the Internet, we love to read in this weird, exhibitionist sort of way: we take pictures of our bookshelves and post them online, we Instagram the books we’re reading, we write essays and post them on our blogs about the books we’ve read, we keep digital lists of the books we’ve read this year, we buy tee shirts with book covers on them, and artistic prints made from the entire text of a beloved novel. Let’s face it, we are a lovely group of weirdos. We are over the top in our expression of love for reading, our love for books, storyline, and plot.
My sister, however, is the Unexpected Reader. Just by looking at her, talking to her, following her social media one wouldn’t think she devours stories, it certainly might surprise some people who know her very well, but she loves books. And she recently chanced her arm at the public library’s Book Club. I was flooded with texts about how much fun it was discussing a book with a group of people, how someone told her they were glad she came, that the group needs more “young people”, she saw people there she hasn’t seen in years! She went back the next month. I was super proud of her.
December, there was no book. Instead the book clubbers had a social gathering scheduled. Even though I’d never been before, my sister invited me and I’m so glad I went. The woman who runs the book club brought snacks, coffee, tea, and had a fun (nerdy) activity planned for the book clubbers. She selected newly acquired books from this year, wrapped them in fun paper and wrote their genre on the paper. She had us each select a couple of books and we went around the circle unwrapping and sharing the book description. We got a little silly, well, a reserved silly since we didn’t all know each other, and had fun discussing what we thought of the book based on the description. We chatted a little bit about the ones we knew more about (I had just read about Welcome to Night Vale and what book did I pull?). Overall, it was a lot of fun.
My sister checked out the book club book for January and we’re planning on both reading it so we can both attend the January meeting (assuming I’m still in the area then). I am ever so grateful that a) the library has a book club, b) my sister was brave enough to go on her own, and c) she invited me to the party and got me interested. I’m always complaining that since I left college I have no one to talk books with, and, yet, every month there’s a group of people gathering across town talking books!