The Bluestocking Society: A Novel Group
Southern women who enjoy good books, interesting discussions, and delicious desserts!
1/19/16
9/15/15
9/10/15
7/16/15
3/12/15
2/22/15
Bluestocking Retreat 2015
Last year's retreat report could have been written for the 2015 trip! There was one small change; this year we watched The Great Santini as a follow-up to our January and February reads.
Our visit to G.J. Ford gave us ideas for new reads and confirmed some that we had already considered. Our reading list for the year is set and we can't wait to read and discuss our choices!
2/21/15
2015
1/15/15 - jc - The Great Santini by Pat Conroy
2/20/15 - 2/22/15 - retreat - The Death of Santini by Pat Conroy
3/12/15 - mc - All The Light We Cannot See: A Novel by Anthony Doerr
4/16/15 - ew - Under the Wide and Starry Sky by Nancy Horan
5/14/15 - as - Motherland by Maria Hummel
6/18/15 - aw - Ordinary Grace by Kent Krueger
7/16/15 - kb - The Boston Girl by Anita Diamant
8/20/15 - pb - Go Set a Watchman by Harper Lee
9/10/15 - cc - The Circle by Dave Eggers
10/8/15 - as - Guests on Earth by Lee Smith
11/19/15 - kb - Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
12/17/15 - ew - A Christmas Memory by Truman Capote
1/21/16 - pb - The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes
12/18/14
4/17/14
Our Tenth Anniversary!
The first meeting of our Bluestocking Society was in April, 2004. Must have been a good idea, because last night we celebrated our tenth anniversary! That's a LOT of books read, discussions held, and dinners shared over the years. Our hostess and (amazing) meal were throwbacks to that first meeting.
Our book was The Light Between Oceans by M.L. Stedman. All of us liked this well written and thought provoking book with so many memorable quotes. My favorite is this: It occurs to him that there are different versions of himself to farewell- the abandoned eight-year-old; the delusional soldier who hovered somewhere in hell; the lightkeeper who dared to leave his heart undefended. Like Russian dolls, these lives sit within him.
We all have lives that sit within us, made up from the chronological layers of our significant experiences. I've never thought of it like that but won't soon be forgetting the analogy of the Russian dolls.
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