Comments on: First-Time Caller, Long-Time Writer

By: Booksquare

Booksquare — Tue, 21 Feb 2006 19:05:07 +0000

Dear Ms Squarefan (I may call you that?), the ending was duly discussed while someone was gallivanting near casinos. It was, shall we say, a highly intellectual discussion. There was wine.

The husband, of course, is protecting my intellectual credentials. Or bookclub’s. I’m never sure where his loyalties are.

By: squarefan

squarefan — Tue, 21 Feb 2006 18:53:44 +0000

As a bonafide “Speaker for the Drunk,” I resemble those comments. Oh, and tell the husband that noting that half the group read the book is too kind, really, he must know it is too kind by half.

If you still want to come discuss the ending, come over and we can sit near the playground in the back growing between the giant’s toes.

By: Booksquare

Booksquare — Tue, 10 Jan 2006 06:05:33 +0000

Ender’s Game. Can’t wait for you to read it. I want to talk about the ending. Really, really. Oh so much. If you’re in the ‘hood next Wednesday (bookclub was postponed a week), drop by. You’ll be fed, wined, and can possibly replace me as a learned reader.

Daughter is right, though.

By: Karen

Karen — Mon, 09 Jan 2006 17:00:39 +0000

Orson Scott Card? What are you reading? My daughter gave me Ender’s Game for Xmas, said it was a good place to start.

By: the husband

the husband — Mon, 09 Jan 2006 03:17:03 +0000

And at some point the author will realize that half the book club hasn’t actually read the book, they’re just there for the wine.

For the record, there was a trail of martini olives leading up to the front door that night.

By: Joan Kelly

Joan Kelly — Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:37:11 +0000

I love the idea of book club members getting to talk to the writers whose work they just read, and I LOVE the idea of getting to ever be a writer whose work is selected for any book club, let alone where I should get to call in to their monthly meeting and get to talk about my writing (aka a version of me-me-me!). Like being on a talk show without the pancake makeup and unflattering camera angles. What’s not to love?