We’re a group of eight women on our ways through life. The age range is about 25 years. There are children and grandchildren, pets and peeves. Every month or so we gather together.
There may be flowers. There will be food (sometimes expertly catered by one of us, sometimes expertly heated up). There will be drinks.
Chat will be about families, holidays, fundraising, gossip, bereavements, health, work woes, shoes, event planning, handbags, gladrags, and caravans. Life’s bothers and boons. Eventually we’ll get to the book.
Our most recent subject was Amor Towles’ Rules of Civility. We did not all choose this book because we liked the cover. Honestly. (Although you never know with the graphic designer in the group).
Katy tells us the story of her 1938, from her 1966 perspective. This was the year that everything changed for her; the decisions she made that year shaped her whole life. There was money and opportunity, friendship, glamour and hard work. Men to love and lose. One man whose impact lingered, despite his very different choices. There are late nights in jazz bars, shared rooms and clothing, some mysteries. Not all is as it seems.
This is more than ‘immigrant girl makes good by falling in with the right people’. It’s not just about the style and the parties. It’s a story of reinvention, defying expectations and, somehow, finding one’s niche.
Ending up with friends, fun and support…