Many thanks to Denise for hosting the August book club. As you know, Diana and I phoned in our book report this time. She had mentioned we might be calling from Mt. Hood and she wasn't far off. We were having a hard cider at a roadside orchard and cutting garden in the shadow of the mountain. It was good hear everyone's voices and we enjoyed the discussion.
Carla Anderson did a great job of writing our update this month and I have posted it below. If anyone took any photos they would like to share, please add them to the Facebook page and I will upload.
Last night was just one more magical night of friends; women who are spiritual beings gathering together in a home filled with love, support and a safe place to be exactly who we are as individuals. Thank you, Miss Denise!
The food, as always, was absolutely wonderful. Denise made a Pasta e Fagioli soup, both vegetarian and sausage. Barb made egg and chicken salad sandwiches. Tammy brought a cheese plate. Liz made Taco salad and Carla G brought broccoli salad. Arnora brought fruit and, of course, beautiful flowers. Terry made a strawberry cobbler.
(At the time of this writing, the book had not been scored.) I am not sure how Miss D figures the score so I will send her the numbers and anyone who wants to rate it later may let Miss D know.
I know that wine, truffles and so much more were present and I apologize for not taking better notice of the who's and what's. (I totally understand - once you are in the mix of such great conversation you sometimes forget to take the notes and photos, guilty as charged!)
Leslie, Robbie, Pam, Janie, Sherrie and Diana were all missed.
Next month's book is "Where the Crawdad's Sing," by Delia Owens.
One last thing, we are all enough. We are all kind, loving and amazing women. Our higher power, or whatever each of us believes in, could not ask more or be more delighted in who we are as humans because we are enough. We are exactly who we are supposed to be.
NOTES from Sherrie.
From our end, it sounded like everyone had a good time discussing Bernadette. The story of Bernadette, is really the story of a kind coming of age story for Bernadette and her 15 year old daughter, Bee. This story is a variation on the many young adult novels where the child, on the verge of adulthood, is orphaned. In our story, it is Bee's mother who disappears rather than both parents dying. Bee is still rather abandoned by both parents even before her mother's disappearance. So, I would say she it technically orphaned. Bee's parents suffered several miscarriages before Bee was born. Even though Bee is now 15, her parents relationship has suffered from the unexpressed grief of these prior losses and retreating into their own shells. Her father, who works for Microsoft, retreats into his work and a brief affair. Bernadette, a once famous architect, becomes housebound due to agoraphobia and is a stay at home, a mom at odds with the environment around her. Due to a serious of misunderstandings and miscommunications, Bee is forced to piece together shards of information to discover who her mother really is and why she went missing.
The adult characters in this book didn't necessarily come across as very likable and often were downright irritating. Absorbed in their own pain and navigating difficult life passage of their own, they were leaving Bee to fend for herself. But, this is how we grow up. This is how we learn to navigate in that adult world.
Bernadette has taken her grief and retreated from the world around her. She ensconces herself at home and is not fulling her passion. She is no longer creating beauty in the world but, havoc. This is what happens when we think we are avoiding our pain. It just leaks out in other ways. Bernadette takes off on an exploration. She doesn't know that she is missing. But, in disappearing the way she does she started to reconnect with herself.
This sparked the discussion that all women have at some point; are we enough. Are they doing enough for their families, their community, their God. Where do you draw the lines between giving everything to others and only scraps for yourself (I added that part, I don't know that it was part of the discussion.) And, who are we comparing ourselves to?
I really enjoyed this book when I read it a while back. I enjoyed how it was told and I enjoyed the journey of the characters. For me, characters don't have to always be likable. It is those grains of sand, the irritations, the people we don't like that often teach us the most about ourselves.
The book rated a 3.86 for those who rated it.
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