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Yellow Crocus |
So I’ve joined a book club. I know, exciting right? No, but
it actually is because you do not
even know how long I have wanted to be a member of a book club so I’m super
delighted. It’s a small club, and it’s ladies I know already which is A Good
Thing because oh my goodness am I shy, and I think it’s going to be lovely.
Except that.
And I have to
be super comfortable with you before I’ll offer up my own opinion, speshly if
my own opinion is not the same as yours and I’ve read the book club book and….I
didn’t love it. I didn’t love it and I’ve been super scared the other ladies
did and I didn’t want to show up for the first time and be all ‘yeah, I’m not
sure…’
My friend Ang told me on holiday in March that I needed to
be less of a mouse and more of a gerbil, and maybe this is a time to practise
that but I feared that everybody will sing this books praises and I would be
just sat there and smiling and nodding and agreeing when inside I was thinking but what about that one part where –
which I am aware is not the point of a book club at all and that I should
always put on my big girl pants and OWN MY OPINIONS.
