I was supposed to be there, and I was so sorry a
looming deadline caused me to miss out when a group of lovely readers, members
of the Happy Bookers book club, recently met one evening to discuss CROOKED LITTLE LIES.
I can honestly say I write for book clubs or more accurately
for the member discussions they give rise to. Readers form clubs for that very
reason, so they can talk about what they’ve read. A book is a great way to
discuss the good stuff, the sometimes-hard life stuff. You can review a fictional
situation and the resultant actions of a character with far less emotional investment
than if those same circumstances were personal. Unlike real life, reading about
a difficult journey gives us distance, a perspective, and time to sort through
our feelings. It’s easier to talk in the abstract and still, it can be its own
form of therapy. That’s always my hope, anyway, that along with sheer
enjoyment, a story I write will be inspiring of openhearted, in-depth and
spirited conversation.
The members of the Happy Bookers called me before they began
what I heard was a lively discussion of CROOKED LITTLE LIES. They passed the
phone around to say how much they enjoyed the story and a bit about what it
meant to them. I was thrilled.
Thank you Happy Bookers! Your phone call that evening was a
delight.
Pictured are: Jink Willis, Teresa Brown, Beth Fletcher, Sandy
Singletary, Betty Channing, and Julie Jakubson
