Book Club

I can’t believe we didn’t take a picture.

Not one picture.

Not this month.

Not last month.

Not the month before.

Five mothers.  Six daughters.  That many cell phones equipped with efficient cameras and still no pictures.

Three months ago several friends and I began a new venture together with a portion of our daughters.

Book Club.

It’s a Mother Daughter Book Club inspired completely by the book 100 Books for Girls to Grow On.

(And I have been waiting all this time to write a post about it so that I could have photos to accompany words.  But after tonight’s third time of forgetting to take a single photograph, I quit!  I’ll just write the words and maybe one day I’ll remember to take a picture or two.)

Trust me – you’ll want to see some photos.  Those girls all together – oh goodness – it’s just too sweet.

It’s a very simple process.  Pick a book.  Read it with your daughter.  Meet back together in one month.  Talk through some discussion questions together.  Repeat next month.

Thus far we’ve read The Borrowers, Ramona the Pest and There’s an Owl in the Shower.  Next up we’re tackling The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.

It’s been beautiful to watch the girls grow in ease together, to hear my daughters talk about how much they enjoy Book Club, to listen to their thoughts about the novels we read and to just have a monthly plan to get together and to be purposefully talking about literature and life.

Lovely, I tell you.  Dreamy.

And the goal is part-literature, part-communication, part-good memories associated with books and one another.  (Probably part-other good things too but if I can’t remember to snap a picture then I can’t remember everything now, can I?)

It’s kind of an exclusive club – you have to be a girl and you have to be in the third or fourth grade.  (This exclusivity brings about a great deal of sadness on a monthly basis to a daughter I won’t mention who happens to not be in any grade currently.)

It’s an idea I’ve had in my back pocket for years.  (Ever since a friend loaned me the book.  Hmmm.  I probably shouldn’t have admitted that I have a borrowed book from at least six years ago.  Oops.)

But the girls were too young, we didn’t have enough friends their age, I didn’t know if I was brave enough to just ask other moms to do this with us.  You know.

The planets seemed to align this summer, however, and we gave it a go.

I am so so glad that we did.

I don’t know who looks forward to the Book Club each month more – me or London and Mosely.

I just know that I love getting in the car after each Book Club and hearing my daughters laugh together in the backseat.  I love when London says, “You know, I really like the Book Club.  I like those girls.”

I do too Scout.  I do too!