<p>I belong to a Book Club that’s met once a month since 1999. There were
eight of us women in the beginning and prior to the Book Club we had been carpooling together, vacationing together, and celebrating holidays together.
However, not all of us were friendly as a group but mostly in pairs or trios. Not all of us were avid readers either. We attempted to select books for 3-4 months in advance. Initially, the one making the suggestion would facilitate the discussion. However what happened was that sometimes we all would jump in and talk about the book or other times we would just shmooze. There also were a few women who regularly wouldn’t read but liked to attend for the camaraderie. Sometimes we would select a movie DVD to watch and discuss. Once we went to an off Broadway show about mother-daughter relationships (it was fun even though I am the only member with all sons and no girls). We took turns hosting the monthly meeting and the hostess would provide snacks, desserts, and wine. </p>
<p>The dynamics changed about four years ago when two of the group were diagnosed with cancer. Our Book Club became a support group and we helped drive to chemo and radiation, cook meals, etc. Ultimately one friend died and one survived. Over that period of time, we were too distraught to concetrate and read but we did get together for dinner out and to support one another while grieving; we also took up knitting which was calming. Since then there have been four weddings and four grandchildren born amongst our own kids. Now we are trying to reconstitute ourselves into a Book Club again. We all value our friendships deeply and even the non-readers are now trying really hard to read the selections.</p>