Yesterday was book club, and as I mentioned, I read the wrong book… I am spectacularly absent-minded – my absent mind being on the people in my head, and just in case you think I’m completely potty, I mean the characters in my stories, and the things and people I am writing about now.
I bought the wrong book for book club, an understandable mistake, I bought ‘Girl on a Train’ and not ‘The Girl on a Train‘ – luckily I didn’t buy ‘A Girl on a Train’… I did discover it before I arrived at the friend’s lovely house where we were meeting last night – Imagine if I’d arrived and launched into my thoughts and hadn’t realised! So forewarned, I took some information about the three books to show how my mistake had happened! Everyone laughed, of course, but then we settled into chatting about the books – and in fact, from the sound of it, the book I’m reading is better than the one I should have read! I have to confess I’m not quite at the end but I will share my thoughts on it when I do finish.
The other book we were reading was ‘The Light Years’ by Elizabeth Jane Howard, and once again I had a different opinion from most of the others; I hated it… yes, I admit, I hated it; I couldn’t engage with any of the characters, and their empty lives (apart from their strange relationships with each other) held no interest for me… I did struggle on, but I was glad when I closed it! Fortunately, someone else thought the same as me, so what with my hilarious The/A/Girl on the train mistake, the lovely company and comfortable surroundings, I think I got away with my mistake!