I love to dig into a good book, and over the years I’ve found friends, family and co-workers who feel the same. We share laughs, our ideas and our recommendations. And though it’s fun to discuss books casually, this love of reading has often made me wish that I could be part of an official book club. The opportunity just never arose… until now.
At the end of this summer I thought, “Why don’t I start my own book club?” So, I gathered some friends, we set an autumn start date and our literary society began. First things first: we voted on a kick-off book – a memoir from a local Holocaust survivor (a fascinating story, by the way). Then came the next crucial question, “what will we do for food?”