Don’t have a heart attack – book club is beginning for 2011!
Hello Ladies!
I had an attack of the guilts after I caught the end of a First Tuesday Book Club special the other night and realized that my role as your Femiliterate facilitator has been non-existent since last year. A few of you have politely said “when’s the next book club Jo?” (and one less politely “get it together!”) 
So I’m getting it together! Finally! Sorry.
To recap: our last Femiliterate was at Kylie’s place in Paddington on the 15th of July last year and we discussed Lionel Shriver’s The Post Birthday World. You may have had a baby, been in and out of 3 romances, got engaged or tossed in your job since that time, so there’s lots to catch up on I’m sure.
I’ve made the executive decision to choose the book to begin this year. We will be reading Sylvia Plath’s largely autobiographical novel, The Bell Jar (see below for a description). You should be able to pick it up from a 2nd hand book shop, the library, or buy it new.
DATE & TIME: I’ve picked the date Thursday eve May 5th, 7:30pm which gives us roughly 5 and a half weeks to read – does that suit most of us?
VENUE: TBA. If anyone’s willing to offer their digs to fit the group, that would be brilliant. Most of you are in the Eastern Suburbs so it makes sense to keep it over there. Let me know if you can and I’ll update everyone else.
DETAILS: The usual! BYO drinks and there’ll be nibbles too!
Last but not least, we welcome Anji to the Femiliterate posse! Anj has been our lone ‘follower’ online from over in Canada for the last 2 years but she’s now living in Bronte
Love you all and see you soon! Happy Reading!
Btw – we’re on Facebook! Check us out and become a fan The website, however, will still be our main channel of communication.
Love Jo!
Quick Review:
Plath was an excellent poet but is known to many for this largely autobiographical novel. The Bell Jar tells the story of a gifted young woman’s mental breakdown beginning during a summer internship as a junior editor at a magazine in New York City in the early 1950s. The real Plath committed suicide in 1963 and left behind this scathingly sad, honest and perfectly-written book, which remains one of the best-told tales of a woman’s descent into insanity.