I’ve not been properly up north three days and yet I have already managed to get myself into a book group. The lovely author Paul Magrs, who I now live about ten minutes away from on the bus, and a few of the local people of Levenshulme meet once a month to discuss a wide variety of books and so I have elbowed my way in I was kindly invited to join… but I am nervous.
It’s not about the book, which this month is Susan Hill’s latest ghostly tale ‘The Small Hand’ (which I have already devoured and posted about) which I am sure will give us plenty to talk about. It’s more the fact it’s new… and new people. You see I am not so good with new people. I tend to go really quiet and start looking very uncomfortable, accidently start sneering a little bit (its fear not arrogance) or I rabbit on and on talking absolute gibberish. The later will certainly not do because Susan Hill’s book is worthy of far more than gibberish when discussed and the other two aren’t going to leave a great impression on a group whom I want to make acquaintances and get invited back to meet next month.
I could worry about it endlessly however I will be taking my two year old twin cousins to their playgroup Christmas Party (heavens above) and then off to meet my new doctor before heading off again to look at some rather swanky flats, if I do say so myself, in the afternoon so hopefully that will take my mind off it. I could also maybe spend some time reading the book again, is it cheating if I don’t? Any tips on how or how not to make a lasting impression with this new bookish group?
I will report back in due course and let you know how I do or don’t get on… eek!