random truths – Day 1,073 (Thursday) – book club

The snow was light and looked innocent when I went to bed Wednesday night, but it had matured and become more serious overnight. When I let Win outside in the morning, it was several inches deep and the landscape was pretty. Kind of like a fresh coat of paint on a tired, dingy wall or chipped woodwork. It outlined tree branches and fences and rejuvenated rusty, tired gates.

During the workday, a thirty-minute break was taken around noon to do a rough dig out of the three or four inches on the car. It was as much to work off some frustration as it was to clean the mess off the car in anticipation of the Boozy Book Club meeting after work.

Boozy Book Club - February edition.

Book club was fun. As usual, the conversation was relaxed and the appetizers were delicious. We had flatbread pizzas, onion rings, and sweet potato fries. The beer list has improved to include a couple nice dark beers, from which I chose Mad Elf, a Belgian strong dark ale. 

The book was Fiona and Jane, and we were all in agreement that the writing was good but the story was less good. We discussed some of the story’s issues, like the confusion of the time jumps that seemed better suited to a visual presentation like a movie or series. How the mothers in the book seemed more interesting than the main characters. The less than satisfying ending.

After that, the conversation shifted into our favorite books and how many of us were writers and the various writing groups, open mic nights, and other book clubs hosted at LaLa Books. When the meeting was over, several of us went next door to the book shop to get the March book club selection. Three of us stood near the local authors bookcase and chatted about Jack Kerouac and our various love and love/hate relationships with his books and the merits of the annual Kerouac celebratory events.

It was a great night.