What last night had in common with most other books clubs: women, wine, cheese, laughter, loudness. About nine in all. There were a couple of quieter ones, which is typical, and who reminded me of myself. It’s a mix that works well.
There was a husband on the fringes. Very nice guy. If he’d read the entire book, he might have joined us. But I think he had that wise husband sense of If I join them now, I may to actually join the club. I do wish men would genuinely share in such a discussion. I mean, we talked about some deep issues, and men’s insights, well, we have some things to say. Maybe.
What was different. I got the sense that this was a tightknit group of friends who weren’t timid about speaking their minds and who could be reflective and emotional one minute and raucous and hilarious the next. I had a great time. Thanks, girls.