End-of-year book club gathering on the lake to discuss our final read of the year,
Witch Hunt. Sandwiches and beer and a boat ride and more beer and then coffee and then done, all in all about eight hours on the lake on a lovely day. Cookies for dessert. No lemon bars seen.
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According to Publisher's Weekly, it's a "rather tepid thriller." No wonder you had to drink so much beer. Some book club.
Hats off to guys who are secure enough in their masculinity to be in book groups. That's very cool. I loved my defunct book group. Our leader left and then in a swift power grab, Grady alumna Pat Priest killed our group by declaring we would read a year of Holocaust books. All the lemon bars in the world couldn't cheer you up after that.
A year of Holocaust books? Even the world's best lemon bars would not help.
On the book, it was okay. His "John Rebus" series is much better. I've read a few of them, set mostly around Edinburgh. We read some interesting stuff this year, such as Steve Martin's biography (so-so) and a great novel called The English Passengers.
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