I started a book club with my husband, Ryan. If you want to read about how it came about you can do that here. Wait. I can't make it link directly to Ryan's post on his blog, so I'll just include it below...
My wife and her book club
This conversation took place this morning, after Jen threw a tantrum about having to unload the dishwasher but then calmed down with a bowl of--this is no joke--Chinese Food:
"Ry, wanna join my book club?"
"Yeah. How long will it last?" (I've been in more failed book clubs than anybody I know.)
"I don't know. It's just you and me so far."
(Me. Laughing.) "Yeah, alright."
"We'll be meeting the 2nd Tuesday of every month."
And that was it. She left for work. No mention of WHAT THE FIRST BOOK WOULD BE? No suggestions of other people who could join our book club. No comments about where this came from, or why she's now, after more than 2 years of being married, wanting to set up a book club between us. No admission that she, in the cool, calm light of day, would have to admit that she only reads contemporary literary fiction, usually only novels that have received critical acclaim and boast very fashionable cover art, and being in a book club might stretch her canon to uncomfortably boring new genres. But it was pretty funny to just set up our marriage's first book club. Splendid!
Juice, Missy, and my mom have already joined the fun!
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