We had our first Book Club meeting last night. I laugh when I think about it, because it was my idea to start it, but I didn’t invite one single person to join it. (Not true, I invited two, neither of which joined). But, I think it is working out well because I’ve planted myself in the middle of a group of sisters and their friends who have all been so sweet, fun, and welcoming.
We read We Need to Talk about Kevin. The mother narrates the story. and she is brutally honest about how she dislikes/distrusts/disdains her son. Her dislike may be justified, since her son goes on to murder 11 people in a school shooting (this isn’t giving away the story). There’s a lot of lovely and wordy inner monologue from the narrator about her fears leading up to becoming a mother and, later, how she feels about her son’s dark behavior as he gets older.
INTENSE. I NEVER would have chosen to read it on my own, but the challenge was good for me (and some of the other girls as well). One of the sisters in the Book Club loves darker (more sinister?) books, so she suggested this one. (She also suggested The Undertaker for book #2 which we all quickly vetoed, opting for a more light-hearted book our 2nd time around). She caught on to symbolism that I didn’t see, but, after she pointed it out, it was so obvious. I need my own personal English teacher to point out what I’m missing in each book I read.
I loved seeing and hearing how everyone responded to the book differently. We asked questions and shared our different thoughts and opinions about what happened in the book. We even shared how we related to the fears that the mother wrestled with throughout the story, though we had different opinions about whether she was justified in her feelings. Also, a looming question was whether or not it was her fault that her son turned out to be a murderer.
Just in case you’re curious, our Book Club includes two stay-at-home-moms, an English(!) teacher, two girls with top-secret government jobs, and our hostess (I don’t know how she spends her days).