The world needs more readers. But we'll start with Nottingham first and work our way up.

Our lively, friendly reading group meets on a Tuesday at 7pm every month in the back room at Edin's bistro, Broad Street (opposite the Broadway cinema).

Sometimes we like the book of the month. Sometimes we hate it. Usually we end up ranting about completely random subjects.

Why not join us?

Thursday, September 30, 2010

September meeting

Another successful meeting! We rock. We welcomed a new member, and a returning prodigal son. We covered all the bases. We now have a professional librarian in our midst, so if you need a refresher on the Dewey Decimal system, I believe we can now assist.

Day of the Triffids was a success. We found it was still fresh and lovely despite being old; like finding a pack of Bird's Eye Crispy Pancakes at the back of the freezer. And it fitted well with last month's book choice - same era, similar issues. Hands up who thought we just threw the choices together any old how? Okay, everyone put their hands back down...

We also oohed and aahed at Pam's latest electronic reading device - a Kindle. We rely on Pam to keep us somewhere near the cutting edge. If it was down to me, we'd be reading scrolls of papyrus and cooking meat in a cave.

Don't forget that details of Jude's birthday bash are on the comments section of the September reminder. I believe the dress code is smart casual, and a slightly creepy magician may be making balloon animals.

Next month (26th October) we are reading Beryl Bainbridge's Every Man For Himself. It's the story of some of the travellers on the Titanic. Yes, they all get wet. But there's more to it than that, I promise.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Reminder for Sept 2010 meeting

Just a reminder for the eternally busy, absent-minded, or otherwise-engaged; we're meeting on the 28th September to discuss John Wyndham's Day of the Triffids. I'm writing this from Australia (uh-oh; pretentiousness alert...), where almost everything bites, poisons, wounds or tramples. So a story of a stinging, dangerous plant is strangely relevant.

We start at 7pm. I'd like to say promptly; but that creates a sense of discipline we sadly lack...