Many of you asked me about the book I'm reading. Queen Bees and Wannabes by Rosalind Wiseman.
I have to chuckle. Here's why...
9am Thursday, October 6th. Phone call with my friend, "M" ends with...
M: Hey, I'm going to book club today at 11am. Would you like to come? We're reading Queen Bees & Wannabes. Have you heard of it?
Me: Oh yeah! I think I've seen that one! A book club? How fun! But I haven't read the book.
M: That's OK. We're only reading two chapters at a time. We're only on the 3rd and 4th chapters.
Me: hmm...oh. Wow. I've never heard of a book club that meets AS you read the book. So do you pick a new book each month?
M: Well...we haven't gotten that far yet. We're really just reading this one.
Me: Oh. This sounds interesting. I've always wanted to be part of a book club. (visions of women and cocktails and snacks dancing around in my head) How great that you meet during the day. (Wow! These women really know how to live it up while their kids are at school!) I'm in!
And that is how I found myself reading a book subtitled "Helping your daughter survive cliques, boyfriends, and the new reality of Girl World" before I go to sleep at night. And facing sticky situations that are surely headed my way. Without the help of cocktails. Or snacks. To wash it down with.
From the little I've read so far. And the discussions I've now sat in on. I need help. I am not ready. I need to pull my head out of the sand. I need the remedial group to read this book with. To discuss these topics with. To hold my hand. The one without the cocktail in it.