Book club

I've started attending a book club with my friend Emma. It's made up of her workmates and their friends - fiesty, intelligent, well-read women. Last month we read The Catcher in the Rye. We talked about things we would never otherwise mention - moral codes, hypocrisy, failure, cynicism, hidden motivations, disability and its treatment, the impact of grief and molestation. The experience was something like Hamlet's play within a play - it was safe to present our personal opinions and beliefs because we did so under the guise of talking about the book. I don't mean that what we said was ingenuine - just that there was more going on than discussion of the book alone.

Everyone should join a book club!

Unless you don't like books. That would be silly.