Opal Magazine July 2017

Page 30

By Joy Norstrom


everal years ago I belonged to a book club. We enjoyed meals together, wine together, and sometimes we even read and discussed books together. We had the best of intentions and yet our club days were numbered as soon as members stopped consistently reading the assigned books. It wasn’t long before we became a wine drinking club instead. As a result of my past experiences, book clubs weren’t even a blip on my author radar until I was contacted by several post publication. When I was asked if I could attend discussion meetings, I was honoured and surprised and not at all sure what to expect.




On that first book club visit I was hesitant to leave the safety of my car. Truthfully, I was scared shitless. What if they hated my book? What if they trashed it (and therefore me) for not being literary enough? And dear lord: what if they asked questions I didn’t have a bloody clue how to answer? After several book club visits, I’m happy to report that every encounter has been pleasant and deeply satisfying as a storyteller. Not everyone will appreciate every aspect of your book, and that’s okay. But I’ve also come to the realization that book clubbers are unlikely to invite you (nor share their wine with you!) if they