So, this is how it all started…I was happily enjoying a conversation over breakfast with my BWB partner when we were approached by neighbor who told us that she was forming a book club and asked if we would be interested in joining. It was going to be quite exclusive (as I later learned that our subdivision already had an official book club which we were not invited to join, so ours was going to be sort of underground, which appealed to my dangerous side). Naturally, we were reluctant to commit on the spot, but Linda promised that this book club would be unlike any other we’d heard about. “Would we be required to host meetings in our homes?”, we asked. “Well, yes, but…” “OOOOHHHH, that may not work for us because, well, we don’t want to do that,” we quickly interrupted. “Here’s the thing, though,” she said, trying to win us over (well, in all honesty, I think it was my BWB buddy who was really in demand. I just happened to be there, and so was included by default).”You see, these will be our rules:”
1) Do not clean your house for us. If your house has been freshly scrubbed, painted or re-carpeted, you will be exiled from the club.
2) If you’re dressed in anything better than comfy sweats, you’re overdressed and will be duly scorned.
3) Snacks will absolutely not consist of ridiculously extravagant catered items. Simple chips and dip are perfect.
4) There will be alcohol (which probably should have been Rule #1, but we all understood it as the first rule of book club, so it really didn’t even need to be listed as a rule)
And, finally, 5) You don’t have to read the book”