(Or...Plum Thicket Book Club: Better Than Oprah's)
We had some lively discussion at our monthly book club meeting last week when The Glass Castle was our subject; we had three generations of women sharing their perspectives, insights, and feelings.
The story is such a wild ride from beginning to end that it can't help but generate some strong feelings, too.
In the end, we decided we'd like to have the male perspective on the story, because we seemed (as a whole) to be more harsh in our judgment of the mother in the story, than of the father.
If you haven't read this book, do.
And if you can get your man to read it, let me know what he thinks of the father: Was he "mean" or just "clueless and thoughtless"?
That's what us goils were bandying about.
At the end of our discussion, Dear Reader Annski (who joined us last month) said she had some "green" gifts for us (we met on St. Patrick's Day).
She had been saving her (virtually indestructible) pet food bags for many months; washing them out and plotting a spectacular re-use.
Look what she made for every member of our group:
Well, not exactly.
Everyone else got tote bags made from the cat food bags.
And they were really cool, too.
Just not as cool as mine.
Because I was the teacher's pet.
So nanny nanny boo boo.