The Art of Book Club

It’s that time of the month again.

Ew, no, not that time of the month.  Gross.

It’s book club time!

This month, being the ever ambitious and voracious readers that we are, we elected to read both The Great Gatsby and Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea.

Shockingly, I had never read either of these novels in their entirety.  They were never assigned in my English classes, so really I blame the public school system for any lingering inadequacies I’m feeling as an adult.

But truth be told, I’m actually glad that I never had the occasion to read these classics until an age when I could really appreciate them- because I loved them both.  And I know that I would have felt differently about them at 16.

I could expound further on the virtues of the modern American repertoire, but that’s not really the point of this post.

I wanted to show you how we do.


(Happy juice.)

Ok, not just that.

Also, this:

(Homemade chicken and wild rice soup with homemade garlic bread)

Also, some of this:


The great thing about book club is that my group of friends/coworkers and I can hang out and talk about things like themes and motifs and comparative analysis of plot and style that make us feel smart, but we can also graze.

I love a good appetizer spread.

Oh, and yeah, some of this:

And there may have been some homemade chocolate Guinness ice cream involved, too.

Gee whiz, I love book club.

5 thoughts on “The Art of Book Club

  1. I read The Great Gatsby in high school. Liked it, but you’re right- it’s one I would probably appreciate a little more now. I doubt as a 16-year-old, I was discussing anything more “deep” than what lip gloss my boyfriend liked best… (oh and that would be anything vanilla-flavored)

  2. That is so fun. I would feel like a smarty pants if I was in a book club. I always want to go back and re-read the books we read in high school to see if I would appreciate them more now!

  3. I was in a book for a little over a year. We called it a wine/book/dessert club (aren’t we clever).
    It started out strong and then slowly devolved into a bunch of girls, half of whom hadn’t read the book just sitting around gossiping, drinking wine, and eating chocolate and cookies. Which, now that I think about it, I should start up again.

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