I am officially a grown-up.
I have joined a book club.
And crossed off something else on my bucket list. I know it may sound silly but I’ve always wanted to join a book club. It always seemed like a very adult thing to do.
Now we haven’t read any books yet, but if it’s going to be anything like the first meeting – I’m definitely hooked! Our inaugural gathering consisted of having a picnic under a tree at the National Arboretum, enjoying the gorgeous spring weather...oh and talking about books.
My only concern about being a part of a book club though is having anything to say at the next get together. You see, my reading level is high but my retention level is low, very low.
But maybe I won’t have anything to worry about because everybody knows that most book clubs are actually fronts for wine tasting…so we’ll see how much discussion about books actually happen.But I don’t really care because I’m just looking forward to having an excuse to read something besides emails and magazines.