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April 23, 2017
When summer comes ‘round I ask Dawn, my oldest daughter, to send me her list of books. She is an avid reader and we normally like the same type of book. Primarily nonfiction.
One summer I had read a whole chapter before her deception hit me like a splash of Clorox in my eye. My jester daughter had out jested me. I was reading the first vampire book that kicked off the contemporary craze. There have been other vampire fads in the past. This last one had a television show about those weird folks who must drink blood to stay alive.
About the book Dawn sent: Naturally, I had to know what would happen next; therefore, I completed my one and only vamp book. I hate to admit I couldn’t put it down, so I never picked up another one.
This intro today is to intrigue those who enjoy reading nonfiction, but lack of time obstructs this wonderful hobby. Most women are obligated to clean their house. Things like washing clothes, cooking (unless you are one who eliminated this chore from your list), shuffling dust around, emptying trash cans, picking up scattered magazines and shoes and all the other stuff ... oh, and cleaning out refrigerators is next to the worst. The worst is bathrooms. They should have stayed outside where they belong.
A friend said to me, “Let’s start a book club! Meet monthly at your house. Choose books that will educate and encourage and make us smile, and impact our lives.”
My eyes widened. “Here? Every month?”
“Sure,” she said. “You have a large country-style dining table, and all you need is a pot of coffee and bottles of water. Your table won’t stain. We won’t need coasters so we can relax and spill our coffee and water without a gasp. Keep an old towel nearby and an extra set of clothes—just in case.”
I sat still as a mouse and stared at her while the idea sank into my tiny brain.
As I thought about the suggestion, excitement began to wash over me. This was the answer. Each person will choose her own book: nonfiction or highly rated functional fiction, and critique it when it is her turn. The club members will advance their intelligence and become inspired, go out into the world and influence others to read instead of watching all the craziness that has been on television for years. Especially this past year.
Lucedale ladies will become educated in a variety of crucial topics we had considered too advanced, or were too busy cleaning refrigerators to read books by outstanding world-class authors.
Eight years ago this month we began with five ladies. We asked more than five, but they were occupied with trivial pursuits, or those that were highly functional or committed to the church, at the particular time slot we had chosen. The Lord is much more important. We have, however, had many critiques given about outstanding evangelists who contributed to the Christian religion.
We meet the first Thursday every month, except July. Today we have 12 smiling, intelligent, inspired members. And we would be overjoyed to add others. Mr. Roy will be willing (I think) to extend the dining table with his talented hands, though he might need Randy or Anthony (fantastic carpenters) to correct his mistakes.
The Golden Pages Book Club members' names will remain anonymous for the simple reason that people would follow them around to get their autographs.
The members have their own secret talents that inspire and influence when they are having a simple non-educational conversation with friends. Shazam! Within minutes everyone in hearing distance will have raised their IQ by several points.
As a thank-you for reading my column, I can ask our inspired members to vote you in. There is only one restriction: No political discussions allowed.
Kay Grafe is the author of “Oh My Gosh, Virginia.” To order, send name, address, phone number and $16.95, plus $3.50 S&H to Kay Grafe, 2142 Fig Farm Road, Lucedale, MS 39452.
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