In a Facebook conversation the other day a friend commented regarding a book we had both started a long time ago, She said, "Sometimes, the timing isn't right, but the book is always there when it is."
Such a simple statement but so profound.
Her comment was in regard to "The Hour I First Believed" by Wally Lamb. Mr. Lamb is a very engaging writer but his subjects tend to be very deep and emotional. For the comment to be made about such a book is completely understandable.
But I find that simple sentence floating through my mind as I avoid returning to the book I've been "reading" (not) each night. It's good. I really engage when I pick it up. But I just don't feel drawn back.
Perhaps the timing just isn't right.
Which brings me to book clubs. I love the idea of book clubs and have joined more than one. I've been attending one recently but guess what....
I have yet to read a book they've selected.
I think I'm not cut out for book clubs. They pick a book and I either don't read it or force myself into it. It seems more often than not, the timing just isn't right.
I need a book club, but mine will have to be different. I want to meet on that once a month schedule and just talk about books. Any books. What you've read, what I've read, what we want to read. That's a book club I could get into and I only have to read books for which the timing is right.