For any bibliophile the idea of being in a book club is nothing short of magical. Truly, you get to gather around with like minded souls and discuss books that you’ve read. For someone who seems to read a lot, but never can find someone to talk about the book, this is the perfect solution. Though there are things that can and can’t make such a group work.
The first book club I was involved in I was merely a participant. It was a group of upwards of fifteen women two of which I was close friends with. This group lasted I think close to a year before it completely disbanded. It was sad, but inevitable. You see, we had rules, but non were enforced. With no clear sign of leadership many didn’t read the books in time for the meetings and those that did were usually left feeling disheartened by not getting the full discussion they had hoped for. Still I stayed until the bitter end because I wanted it to work.