The joy of book clubs

On the third day of Christmas…

I realize those twelve days are supposed to run between December 25 and Epiphany, Jan. 6, but I want to take these twelve days before Christmas to offer my gratitude for the people and things that make the writing life possible for me.

I never belonged to a book club until recently—but I have had the joy of speaking to a group of voracious readers. And, let me tell you, it’s really fun.

Book club members take their reading seriously. Or maybe they take their wine seriously. And they definitely take their friendship very seriously.

I’ve had the privilege of going to a book club meeting to discuss three of my four books at The Greyhound, an indie bookstore in Berlin, Md. I believe I’ve mentioned them before.

A small group of readers, they gather on Sundays to discuss their latest book.

When I’ve been there, they’ve got questions. Why did one character do what he/she did? What inspired you to set the book here, to make the characters do this, to get to my inevitable happily-ever-after?

I look forward to their questions. I like to hear their opinions, their ideas, how they reacted to my books.

I’ll be heading to Berlin next month to discuss my latest book, THE LAST GIFT. Inspired by a cruise my husband and I took a couple of years ago, it is a story close to my heart. I can’t wait to tell them about that.

Another book group has invited me to speak to them. I said yes. Of course I did. I’m so grateful for people who love to get together to discuss what they’ve been reading. It’s fun, it can be challenging. And, when I next sit down to work on my current work-in-progress, I think of them. And hope they’ll like my next book too.

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