Growing older is
a trade off.
Shots of hard
liquor turn into glasses of wine, on the couch, in pajamas.
High
heels and tight dresses turn into sandals and boyfriend jeans.
Boozing until 2 am on the weekend turns into
calling it a night at 11:30 pm (thats generous) on a Friday.
The nightclub
scene turns to the book club scene.
My inner circle
of friends and I have decided to begin a book club. Eight of us will alternate each month who selects
the book. Since we are in
a long distance relationship octagon, we will meet once a month in a Google
Hang Out to delve into the themes, feelings towards each months read, explore character development, plot twists, and the impact the book has made on our daily lives (my inner teacher is shining through - I can dream).
Our official selection for the month of July is Goldfinch by Donna Tart
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| super accurate foreshadowing |
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| The lovely Donna Tart |
I’m ecstatic to
begin critically analyzing various novels with my seven best friends, & to
consume copious amounts of Pinot Noir in the process.
Here's to book clubs and best friends
-xx
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