In January, our book club hits its third anniversary, which seems amazing–except that it also seems like we’ve always been getting together to talk books (and other things).
Back in July, I listed our books to that point.
Here’s what we’ve been up to since then:
The White Hotel by D. M. Thomas
The Witches of Eastwick by John Updike
And, as I mentioned before, I love our book club. Even when I detest the book*, I love our book club.
*see The White Hotel, above, which I selected without adequate research (serious librarian foul; since it’s our friends’ book club, I was trying to be relaxed, and That Never Really Works For Me)