Book Club

There you are all alone and intimate in a separate world, the privelidge of good books and blossoming love, so why would you want to get up and have a chat all about it amongst a large group of friends? I was very nervous about the invitation to my first Book Club. Dutifully I read the book, loved the first half, and then pushed my way through a gruesome second half just in time for the big day. We were invited for eight thirty. At about half past ten we sat down for dinner. By now I had learnt all about breast enlargements, and reductions, thigh and tummy reductions, and how to have the wrinkles around your eyes removed. Apparently there is a great method, totally invisible that gets rid of the little curvy bit under your eye when you smile and then lifts up any droopy lids. The cost is just 1500 euros (maybe per eye or maybe for both) and a couple of weeks wearing dark glasses. Dinner started. There was a little talk about the French education system, the problem of bi-lingual children, tutoring to keep up, and then, out of the blue someone mentioned that she had taken her mother in law shopping for a swimming suit. And here, for me was the revelation of the evening. At eighty one has no more pubic hair. Indeed the mother in law is quite bald in that area! I wasn't alone. It was a revelation for everyone round the table. Discussion of the book followed, briefly. At round midnight we left and a friend dropped me home, dying she said, to get to bed, and read 'People Magazine' that someone at the Book Club had just passed on to her. No-one quite knows what the book will be next month. And to be honest I don't mind if it is a little gruesome. In the meantime I shall be feeling happy that for the moment at least I still have some pubic hair!