A Very Private Book Club
I wish I’d gone and it’s too late now.
Where were you supposed to go, Alice?
The book club, with Mary and the gang. I’ve even read the book.
Which book?
"The Believers", you know the Zoë Heller one you started but didn’t finish.
Well, why don’t we sit down and discuss it between ourselves? We’ll have a cup of tea, and a cigarette, have our own mini book club without leaving home.
Alice and Frank settled down in their comfy sitting room, sat facing each other in their favourite armchairs, fire on, feet up, and began to discuss the book at length. They took turns expressing their opinions, listening to each other, trying ideas out for size, wondering who the characters reminded them of. Finally, they wrapped it up, satisfied they had left no literary stone unturned in their quest for a deeper understanding of Zoë Heller’s third novel.
Afterwards, Frank decided he’d pick it up again and finish it this time. And Alice? Well, she no longer regretted staying at home.
Where were you supposed to go, Alice?
The book club, with Mary and the gang. I’ve even read the book.
Which book?
"The Believers", you know the Zoë Heller one you started but didn’t finish.
Well, why don’t we sit down and discuss it between ourselves? We’ll have a cup of tea, and a cigarette, have our own mini book club without leaving home.
Alice and Frank settled down in their comfy sitting room, sat facing each other in their favourite armchairs, fire on, feet up, and began to discuss the book at length. They took turns expressing their opinions, listening to each other, trying ideas out for size, wondering who the characters reminded them of. Finally, they wrapped it up, satisfied they had left no literary stone unturned in their quest for a deeper understanding of Zoë Heller’s third novel. Afterwards, Frank decided he’d pick it up again and finish it this time. And Alice? Well, she no longer regretted staying at home.
Labels: Alice, book clubs, Frank, Zoe Heller
