April 13th we meet at Nancy’s to discuss The Sandcastle Girls by Chris Bohjalian. I should start reading it, but the “general description” Bettie has included in the reading list says “Fiction: Armenian genocide.”
Sometimes I feel like the weakest link in the book group. The one who wants to read escapist fiction. A murder mystery occasionally, a little Stephen King to keep it lively, a memoir with moments of heartbreak – I can take all of that. But genocide? No matter how well written it is purported to be, regardless of any claims that story is uplifting or life-affirming, this will not be an easy book.
Many of the material choices have been a challenge for me. I won’t admit how many I haven’t finished. But I will always at least START the book, I will sincerely work at it.
After all, that’s why I’m here.
Unfortunately, my situation changed and I won’t be able to attend today’s meeting. I spent yesterday with a sick 15-year-old, half the day at Urgent Care to attempt to make sure it was a stomach virus, not meningitis (someday I’ll write a book about my lifelong fears of meningitis and schizophrenia). Near the end of the visit, the dr. described my daughter as ‘very contagious.’ I don’t know yet if I’m stricken, but I won’t be exposing anyone until I have certainty I’m not.
A comment on the book, something I think I’d like to explore some time in the future. I really like the writing, but I’ve had a difficult time connecting/reading. Previously I gave up on about page 16 (far too early to give up on a book!), but I took it with me to Urgent Care yesterday and made it to 56. The feeling continues – I genuinely enjoy the writing, the people are interesting, I’m learning a little snippet of history I know nothing about (always a plus)… and, yet, I’m not driven to read it. Last night, when my daughter insisted I sit next to her while she slept on the couch (and we all know the days of that happening are very numbered), I chose to watch a series of movies instead of continuing to read (a silly romantic comedy, all 3 episodes of Masterpiece Classics’ The Bletchley Circle, and a Japanese film called Time Traveler).
I am very curious as to why the successful components do not add up to a compelling whole.
But that’s a question for another day, in the meantime, here is what I watched (except for the rom-com I won’t admit to):
About 1/3rd of the way through Dr. Sleep, relishing being back in a Stephen King universe, when I get a reminder that Book Group is this Sunday… and I haven’t read the book yet. I have it, I was going to read it next but somehow the days flew by and now I have to make a choice.
Do I postpone reading Mr. King to read This House of Sky, do I convince myself I could read them both by Sunday, or do I add yet another to the list of Book Group books I will read on my own someday?