Book clubs are a fun place to be, but they can be toxic as well. I was a little apprehensive about joining some clubs but then I suppose I was young, or simply stupid to think that some people were in book clubs for the books and not the ego masturbation!
But then came two clubs and the people who ran them. From one admin, I learnt how to run a club. I learnt not to give up and I found friends. The girl who ran this club is a dear friend, with a talent for teaching and writing.
The other club is running well and the admin asked me to help him. Even if I'm not active, I go there sometimes and discuss whatever is being discussed, thereby learning to think on my feet.
But this guy just appeared in my life one day. He happened to have a blog and a mutual friend built a bridge for us. The friend has since then fucked off, but the two of us have a club! Yet again, something that seemed unpleasant led to something different and rewarding.
I suppose some clubs are not for me, and some clubs are where I'm born to be.
Are these admins Real or Fictional? You decide!
The Bilge Master
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