Our book club began in a grade school parking lot. A few of us who had pickup duty began talking about it, we each invited a couple of others, and the club was born in this most casual of ways.
It stuck, too. Unlike clubs that seem to work on paper but don’t in real life (because who knows why?), this one was rock solid from the start. If we’ve missed a month in all these years, I don’t remember it.
How many years exactly? Despite the fact that it’s been brought up often, no one seemed to know. Until our meeting last May, when we found ourselves getting serious about figuring it out.
One by one, we began throwing out clues:
Kathy was in it for at least a year before they moved. What grade was Joe in when that happened?
I remember we were at a book club lunch at Cinzetti’s when we heard that Pope John Paul II had died, so it’s been at least that long.
What year did The Da Vinci Code come out? That was our first book.
When we started we were mostly stay-at-home moms who met for lunch while our kids were in school. Our first meeting was held in a private room at the Houlihan’s across from the mall.
Now we meet in the evenings in each other’s kitchens or dining rooms, or on decks and patios if the weather is just right. Wine is involved.
We do have the tiniest bit of trouble staying on topic. Recently one of the two Marys in the club implemented a rule: the meeting starts at 7:00 and we can chitchat until 7:30, but then we have to start talking about the book.
We agreed to this reluctantly, but it, too, seems to have stuck. More often than not we follow the spirit of the rule, if not the actual clock. Even last month, when Mary wasn’t there to enforce it.
My favorite meeting of the year is the one where we choose our next batch of books. It feels like the first day of school, when school supplies are fresh and intentions are good. (This year I will read every book on the list.)
We each arrive at that meeting with a pick or two, and then we throw them out for discussion and come up with a syllabus of sorts. The other Mary is the transcriber of the list, and Vicki seems to be able to immediately commit it to memory. She always knows which book is next up in the rotation and she reads every one. My intentions are good, her follow-through is.
We finally landed on 2004 as the year the club began. That meant that our ten-year anniversary had slipped by without notice, which seems about right. It’s not that we take book club for granted, exactly, it’s just that it’s a quiet constant in lives that are full to the brim with other things.
But lives need the quiet, constant things, I think. The book that’s chosen for you that takes you out of your everyday life for a bit. The meeting that shows up on the calendar twelve times a year. And the friendships that are sustained by being around those kitchen, dining room, and patio tables month after month.
Are you in a book club? What’s your experience been like? What are you reading?
P.S. This year’s book list:
Carry on Warrior: Thoughts on Life Unarmed by Glennon Doyle Melton.
Me Before You by Jojo Moyes
Death in Holy Orders by PD James
The American Heiress by Daisy Goodwin
Left to Tell by Immaculee Ilibagiza
A Star for Mrs. Blake by April Smith
Before I Go to Sleep by SJ Watson
The Orphan Train by Christina Baker Kline
The Boys in the Boat Daniel James Brown
In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern