Everyone belongs to one or more. It’s just what you do.
But, alas, I am, personally, book-club-less at the moment. By choice. Or at least I think so. No one’s told me otherwise.
Recently I’ve had a bit of a day-dream about the book club I would like to belong to. The idea was sparked by a book loaned to me by a friend. I enjoyed it, it held my interest and introduced me to a new author.
But the things I liked best about it were the under-linings and margin scribbles made by the book’s owner.
I wanted to know more about why she liked those words, those phrases, those sentences. What about those particular passages piqued her interest? Caused her to stop, pick up a pen, underline them and make notations?
I’ve always enjoyed the reader’s notes and scribbles in the used books I’ve bought. Now I’d like to bring that closer to home. In my own living room, to be precise.
And in the book club I’d like to belong to.
Image of book enjoyment thanks to the University of Minnesota, Morris