This will be a post without stitching news or stitching photos, so you may want to skip past it...you've been warned.
I belong to a monthly book club and we have a core group of about 10 women, plus or minus two. And it's making me a little nuts.
The majority of the women are older, and since I'm no babe in arms, I should elaborate and tell you that by that I mean they are in their seventies. Issues? Can we talk about issues? My god, if we ever read anything that's not set in the 1940's, I think I'll pass out. And girls, if you're going to choose a book for your hosting month, will you puh-leeeze get the title right? Don't tell us that the title is In Her Place when you actually mean A Woman's Place, (set in 1942 - go figure) because then we'll end up with this book:
Instead of this book:
I should tell you that the book for my month (October) is Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book. I thought it would be cool to switch things up and read a YA novel that was sweet and creative and fun. Plus...it's October. Ghosts and vampires and what's not to love? And during our meeting last night one of the women unceremoniously dumped it on the table and said, "This is our book for October? Does anyone realize that it has pictures?" Which completely pisses me off because since December 2009 -each and every month - they go through the list of books for the year and each and every month I tell them, "NOW LOOK, this is a children's book. Look in the YA section of the book store. It's light reading. It's fun. And it won the 2009 Newbery Medal." But as usual, nobody listened to me.
I want to scream. And I know that they are going to hate it. Of course, they all hated the last book I chose (ironically, set during WWII), The Book Thief. And I tried to suggest To Kill a Mockingbird, but they didn't want to read it because it was too depressing and "it just goes on and on and on." (Seriously. They said that.)
Fortunately, there are three or four other women who read more diverse books and who are open to trying new things. These three or four other women also seem to be able to keep the discussion about the book and not veer off to discuss why so-and-so got divorced or the latest church gossip. So I'm happy to be a part of the book discussing subset of the group. But the other ladies? Ay-yi-yi. Making me nuts.
OK. End of rant. Back to stitching.