This week’s musing asks:
Do you belong to any book clubs — face-to-face, or online? If so, how long have you been with the group(s)? If not, why?
I have always dreamed to be part of one except I cannot find one that I fit in, mainly because of the lack of consistency of the book selections. It really takes a lot of effort—like a friend’s ardent egging or a strong persuasion on the part of the book itself—to convince me reading something that is outside of my comfort zone. I am not interested in any casual attempt in literature. An indie bookstore has a variety of clubs of which one in particular interests me–Classics I Forgot to Read. I shall check it out. The selections sound interesting: Wide Sargasso Sea, Swann’s Way: In Search of Lost Time, Volume 1, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie. My friend yesterday informed me about a new bookclub focused exclusively on classic literature that has stood the test of time. Their current selection is Tender is the Night. Later this month I have been invited to a book club meeting at which The Master and Margarita will be discussed.
The bottom line is, I’m not complaining as much about the book club selections as my own “homebodiness”. I don’t like to go out once I settled down at home in the evening. Maybe I should form my own club when I buy a house?