Tonight was my book club meeting for William March’s The Bad Seed. Instead of being held at the local coffee shop my mom and I decided to host it at our house with a viewing of the 1956 movie. The meeting was to begin at 7pm it is now 8pm and the doorbell has yet to ring once, despite several yes rsvps. After two years this reception brought us to the decision to end book club. We have far too few members attending each month and is not doing any favors to the establishment, which stays open late for the event.
As I sit here eating cheesecake (the dessert we were going to offer) and watching HG TV I realize that I am not depressed about this conclusion. While it is always a bummer to be jilted, I am also relieved, running the discussion started to feel more like a chore and did not hold the same enthusiasm it did at it’s conception.
It could have been worse, my aunt hosted a meeting for her own club, providing dinner only to have no one show up. Besides, I can have a bookish discussion with the book blogging community, in other words, you.