My daughter Sofia said to me that she wanted to start her own reading group. I though it was very sweet but I wasn't sure it would be possible. I don't know another girl her age that reads as much as she does. I have belonged to one for most of my adult life (although I'm not in one at the moment) and thought she might have heard me talk about it.
Well her first meeting was yesterday, I baked biscuits and bought them some nice notepads and a pen each. Their first book to be discussed was The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdsall. They had a great time and want to carry on doing it. they are going to meet once a fortnight and they will discuss five children and it by Edith Nesbitt next.
I have to confess that I'm slightly envious. I haven't been in a group for just over a year. I am reading lots but miss talking about them.
Incidentally I've just read Over by Margaret Forster. I think she's a brilliant writer. I read it in less than 5 hours today. I achieved nothing else today. It was so interesting and so well written. I am also reading the biography of William Blake at the moment which is also good but somewhat heavier going.
Well I'm off to re-knit my daughter's hat as it's too small. ...I definitely knit tighter in the round.
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