But then I remembered something. I remembered what I didn’t think I would like
about a book club. While I understand
the concept of introducing new genre into my life, I also know what I
like. And what I don’t. And since my shelves are heavily weighted
down with books that are waiting for me,
I don’t embrace the idea of having to read something I don’t want to
read or wouldn’t choose for myself. Of
course I talk books with my booky friends and we share recommendations and I
read some of those recommendations!
What’s the point of having booky friends if you don’t do that? I also
didn’t want to have to put aside something I was currently reading to start
something new for the next meeting. To
me, reading is breathing but I am a slow reader. I don’t skim. I don’t knock out a book in a
day. Remembering what I didn’t think I would like
about a book club, I was now charged with starting one for 8 and 9 year olds. Boys and girls together. Hmmm…
The first thing was to give them control. The very first time we met we talked about
what genre they enjoyed. Mystery? Contemporary kids doing things they would do
or like to do? Fantasy? Adventure? Funny? I took notes.
Then I went shopping.
Now the planning.
Kids are busy these days. Soccer,
baseball, gymnastics, music, split families. They need secretaries, all of
them. So we looked the book over and I
told them they should decide how many pages they could finish in one week. Only they knew their schedules. Each week they talked it over among
themselves and set the criteria. Some
weeks they thought they could finish 10 pages.
Other weeks they thought they could do 50. Spring break?
100 pages. But I didn’t decide
that, they did.
I didn’t prepare a list of questions for them each week,
either. I asked one question when we
met. “So, what did you think?” I didn’t
usually have to say more. From the start I told them this was their group and
all of the action didn’t depend on me. They discussed and discovered for themselves.
Was it perfect?
No. There were times someone
dropped out. Sometimes I had to
disinvite someone. Once a parent
disapproved of one sentence in a book and her child had to leave.
When we finished a book I tried to organize an activity that
related to the book. Once the author was
local and she came in, had lunch with the kids and gave them each a typed copy
of the first chapter of her next book.
Rock Star!!! Another time as I
was wandering around the internet looking for some idea I could relate to the
book The Sisters Grimm by Michael Buckley, I found his personal email
address. I contacted him before I left
for lunch that day and asked if he would mind questions put to him by the
kids. When I returned from lunch he had
already answered that he would love it.
The kids wrote out their questions, I sent the email and he
answered immediately, individually and with immense respect for their
inquiries. He was also elevated to the
Rock Star pedestal.
My favorite story of them all is a story about that
book. That particular year the book
club consisted of 7 girls and one boy and believe me, choosing a story called The
Sisters Grimm: Fairy Tale Detectives did not excite him but he was a
trooper, he said he would go with the flow.
A couple of weeks later he came to the desk to check out book three in
that series. I looked at the book,
looked at him, looked at the book, looked at him. He said, “ I read the second book to prove to
myself I didn’t like it.” And here he
was checking out number three.
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