I’ve been totally self-absorbed for the last few weeks. I had decided to just do whatever it was I felt I wanted to do at the time. I read…Beartown by Fredrik Backman, Us Against You, Fredrik Backman (sequel to Bear town), Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman and Less by Andrew Sean Green. Every one of them was excellent.
Five years ago, the last week in September, I founded the first ever neighborhood book club. We call ourselves, the Book Babes. We celebrate yearly with a Poetry Slam, White Elephant gift exchange, potluck dinner and birthday cake. The same nine members have been together since the beginning. We started out not knowing each other and have become a close knit tribe of readers and friends. It’s been wonderful.
I cooked some (with my husband as most unenthusiastic Sous Chef to do the slicing and dicing), I binge watched on Netflix, OnDemand and Prime Video until my eyes were ready to bleed and here I am again. I am ready to once again enter the real world. C’est Moi.
Now, tell me how you’ve been…