Psst! I Can Read You Like a Book
Dear Page Larkin,
I blame Book Clubs.
Legions of women across America gather – supposedly, to discuss the finer points of grammar, irony, character development, and plot vs. protagonist.
Allow me to divulge our dirty little secret: Women’s Book Blubs are really a covert way to analyze, dissect and discuss men.
Very few clubs will “fess up” to this nefarious charge. Thinly-veiled as passionate about reading, only the few brave book club members will divulge – most book clubs are all about an underlying desire to. talk about men, husbands, boyfriends, lovers, dating, sex, and myriad books on the same subject.
Our group formed years ago and raced through The Da Vinci Code – who didn’t? We started with the loftiest of goals to read great literature and share erudite observations-to seek symbolism and nuance, and of course, to mine books for irony.
And, then inspired by Bitsy, our resident Suddenly Single-Again bon vivant – we began to dabble in uncharted waters: we gladly immersed ourselves into the world of “Chick Lit.”
After a frothy diet of light and airy, with some Philip Roth thrown in for color and culture, we decided to change horses mid-stream.
Let’s just say – We Evolved
Our new liberated venue was to meet to discuss the Best Places to kiss in Paris and London…and San Francisco.
The next meeting we quickly nailed Napa, Chicago and New York City.
Our next foray into Reading and Writing was for the 8 of us to co-author a Bodice Ripper Note: We are not your mother’s book club, or the Jane Austen Book Club….Look for our book on Oprah. Someday.
Merrilyn and the Promiscuous Pens of Palo Alto
Any WOMAN who says she has one life to live must not know how to read a MAN. ~
A good MAN /BOOK should leave you… slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading HIM. ~ Merry Malaprop