A lovely balmy evening and five friends gather in a garden… Pimms, a bowl of fine strawberries, cream, nuts and raisins… what more could a book club want?
The book we were discussing tonight was different from our usual reading matter; it was non-fiction, a waterbiography. and an account of women and swimming by Jenny Landreth. To be honest, I didn’t enjoy it; my sport was swimming, I could almost swim before I could walk and can’t remember a time when water didn’t feel my natural environment, so I expected to literally plunge in and have a great read… well, sorry, I didn’t. I was relieved that my fellow book clubbers felt very much the same… no-one really loved the book, and we all had various shades of not liking it from ‘I hated it’ to ‘I found a lot of interesting things in it‘. I think the general consensus was that it was too long, went on about things too much, wasn’t well edited, and read more like a blog than an actual book.
However, not absolutely loving the book isn’t a requirement; we caught up with each other’s lives, we had a few glasses of Pimms, we talked about other books, we had a few more glasses of Pimms, we talked about our families, we topped up our glasses of Pimms, we planned what we would read next time (Transition by Ian M. Banks) we moved inside because it was getting chilly, we moved on to wine…
We talked about books we were reading including:
- Force of Nature – Jane Harper
- The Rivers of London, series – Ben Aaronovitch
- Maus – Art Spiegelman
- Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine – Gail Honeyman
- The English Passengers – Matthew Kneale
- Judith Kerr – When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit,
… and many more!