I have had the good fortune to address and speak with many groups and organizations, small and large, since the release of, She Called Him Raymond. Each presentation and the interaction afterward with the audience is unique, and I am grateful to everyone who has invited me to tell this story and the story behind the story. Book clubs, though, are my favorite.
As I have done many times before, I visited for a few hours this past week with a book club. I was invited to spend the evening at the home of Laura Mattson, joining she and her friends at their monthly book club meeting. Like many other book clubs with which I’ve met, these women are intelligent, well read (go figure), curious, open and gracious. I let them know that they can ask anything about the book, its characters, the research involved, the process of writing, or even about me. They obliged by posing thoughtful and probing questions that occasionally evoked a deeply emotional response.
Throughout an afternoon or evening book club meeting, I feel as though I am at a family gathering, a collection of sisters. I want to express my gratitude to all of the book club members who have devoted the time to read this story, for inviting me into their homes, and treating me like a member of their book club family.
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