Every month, I go to two or three book club meetings, and almost every month, there are only a few of my book club members who have actually read the book.
This means that I don’t really know what a “real” book club looks like, unless this is what happens in all book clubs. Still, I want to have–recreationally–the kind of discussions that my students had during Socratic Seminars in my classroom, but with my friends, and wine.
That has yet to happen, but I’m still holding out hope. Usually, what happens is that the people who’ve read the book have a furtive discussion on themes, symbols, questions, wonders, thrills, all while the people who haven’t read or haven’t finished are shushing us from the corner since they don’t want the ending spoiled.
Just once, I would love for everyone to read the same book, and super nerdily, at that. I want to see post-it flags and annotations and index cards with favorite quotes and fanfics and memes and movie adaptation criticisms.
This month, my clubs are reading Hillbilly Elegy, The Underground Railroad, and The Year of Magical Thinking. Perhaps one of those books will be the one that hooks every reader, spurs amazing discussion, and finally results in the book club meeting of my dreams!
Or, perhaps not.