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How I Tricked My Book Club Into Writing

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My neighborhood book club has been going strong for nearly three years. A bunch of women who range in age, profession, religious background, and plenty of other things, we agree that we enjoy the following items (not necessarily in the order they are listed):

1. Periodically getting together at someone’s house (preferably not our own);

2. Eating chocolates;

3. Drinking wine;

4. Chatting it up a bit;

5. Discussing books we might not have otherwise ever picked up.

The last meeting was at my house. This time eleven people showed up for an hour of “eat, booze and schmooze” in the kitchen, and eight stayed to gather on the family room couches to “talk book.” Since the host selects the book, my selection was Jen Lancaster’s Bitter is the New Black : Confessions of a Condescending, Egomaniacal, Self-Centered Smartass (Or, Why You Should Never Carry A Prada Bag to the Unemployment Office).

Quick summary: Before September 11th, Lancaster worked as an associate vice president for a technology company prior to being laid off. In this capacity she made loads of many and acquired many pairs of shoes. After 9/11, the author whines – incessantly – about being unemployed, her boyfriend/fiancé/husband, Fletch, their neighbors, their pets, and how she can no longer afford the shoes she once used to buy so readily. I liked Lancaster’s wit and rampant narcissism.

And while Lancaster was not for everyone, we agreed the book was snarky and fast-paced: a good choice for February, when knee-deep snow and the winter white skies of Western New York provide enough gloom to make everyone question just how severe our vitamin D deficiencies might be. It’s hard to stay connected to neighbors in the winter; it’s just so friggin’ cold. People walk around with their shoulders up and their heads down. We rush from warm house to warming car. There is little time to casually chat at the mailbox when the wind is stinging your ears and making your eyes tear up. Our little club keeps us connected year round so that we remain in touch with our neighbors, something equally rare these days.

It is up to the host to facilitate discussion, and – big surprise – I have long wanted to infuse a writing exercise into a meeting, so I figured – since this book was devoid of any real literary depth – this was my chance.

“Okay,” I said brightly ,”Remember when Lancaster lists her ‘Jen Commandments’? The little quirks she possesses that people who know her and love her just have to accept?”

A few people nodded. (I had my suspicions that most people didn’t get that far.)

I referred to the text. I didn’t have to; almost no one brings the book to book club.  I could have said anything, but I quoted Lancaster:

I hate holding anything heavier than my purse. If I have something in my hands, I will attempt to trick you into carrying it for me?

A few people snickered then looked semi-spooked as I handed everyone one salmon-colored index card and plopped a pen onto each lap. As I stuck a small, non-threatening bowl in the middle of my tufted ottoman, I said, “I thought it would be kind of fun if each of us wrote one of our own ‘Commandments’ and put it into the bowl. Anonymously, of course. It could be fun to see if we can figure out who goes with what.”

Initially, some people looked panicky and began to protest, but thank goodness the majority was with me. A few women asked for extra index cards. At first, I thought it was because they goofed up, but for some people once the creative juices started flowing, the flood gates could not hold all our estrogen and soon the orange-bowl, index card confessional runneth over. I read the first one aloud:

I always sleep with 3 pillows. This is a need not a want. And, I will always travel with a pillow, even if it necessitates bringing another suitcase.

We laughed, especially because we were so dead wrong with regard to whom was attached to this statement. Surely our quiet, unassuming neighbor could never be so demanding. But there she was, shamelessly nodding her head.

I passed the bowl to my right so someone else could read another book clubber’s words:

If you say you’re going to do something, then just do it. If you talk about something but never get to it, then I start wondering about you.

Hilarious. And so true.

One woman wrote on the front of her card:

I’m in charge of almost everything… (and then on the back) … and I like it that way!

Another neighbor penned:

I obsess about making decisions and my good friends have to listen to me!

Everyone easily guessed mine.

I absolutely hate repetitive noises. If you tap something more than five times, I might have to kill you.

One that stood out was short and direct.

Do not screw up my coffee order.

This, of course, led to a hilarious story about how this neighbor had recently visited a local Starbucks where the barista dared to give her three squirts of vanilla in her mocha latte instead of one. There was hell to pay that morning. 😉 There were other “isms” that were equally excellent. And it was a hoot to hear each woman’s words read aloud. Everyone was honest and enjoyed poking fun at herself, sharing her quirks, her personal truths. As usual, book club was less about the book than it was about people gathering together to get to know each other a little better.

What my book club mates don’t realize is that they are totally screwed. Now that I have seen that they can write (even under pressure), the next time it is my turn to select a book and host, we are sooooooo writing.

178 thoughts on “How I Tricked My Book Club Into Writing

  1. […] My neighborhood book club has been going strong for nearly three years. A bunch of women who range in age, profession, religious background, and plenty of other things, we agree that we enjoy the following items (not necessarily in the order they are listed): 1. Periodically getting together at someone's house (preferably not our own); 2. Eating chocolates; 3. Dri … Read More […]

  2. Awesome story! It kind of makes me think about my own quirks…? I’ve always wanted to start a book club myself, but it is so darn hard finding someone else who likes to read. But thanks for the morning uplift however!

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  4. Awesome story! It kind of makes me think about my own quirks…? I’ve always wanted to start a book club myself, but it is so darn hard finding someone else who likes to read. But thanks for the morning uplift however!

  5. This would work well for all types of gatherings to liven things up. Great idea.

  6. Congrats on being FP! I’m very envious of your book club. Methinks I may need to start one of my own. Any good reason to drink wine and eat chocolate…

    1. Methinks, you should go forth and start selecting good wine. I recommend TWISTED. The bottle is fun enough to want to pop it open. And we tend to lean toward sponge candy. 😉 Oh, and the first book should suck and be borderline inappropriate. Ours was. And we laugh about it all the time. 😉

  7. Well done! Seriously going to steal your deviousness here for my own purposes.

  8. Wonderful blog. Thanks for the time.

  9. I loved this! I think I’ll start a book club of my own. Sounded like you all had a BLAST. =) Thanks for the post.

  10. Can I join your book club!? I’ve been dying to read Bitter is the New Black since a friend of my introduced me to Jen Lancaster! I loved how you got everyone out of their comfort zones writing their own commandments–and they are all so true!

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  11. great ideas-from great people

  12. Your book club sounds like so much fun!

  13. To echo some others before me – great innovative idea. I’ll have to steal it.

    1. Hello, my dear cyber friend. With you, it wouldn’t be “stealing,” so much as “sharing” or “borrowing.” 😉

  14. wow,,,such a great idea, not just for bookclub, but also great idea for gamez,,,,,quiz,,,,:)

    Nice article!

  15. This is great! I entertained the idea of a book club in our local town, but never developed it into anything; this is a great post and I love the isms!

  16. That is a very inspiring story! I wish I can gather the girls in our town to do the things that you do in book club…:)

  17. I love the idea. I never thought I could write yet always had great ideas in my head but could never get them down (dyslexia) but recently I have been challenging myself to write more and have found that I really enjoy it. Little ideas like your from books are a great way to get started. Might have to borrow it sometime.

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  19. Great post – I like that idea! I might try it at the Creative Writing Club at school. Congrats on Freshly Pressed, by the way.

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