In the spirit of full disclosure, I have to tell you that I really know nothing about Hannah Coulter, and Donna admitted she confused her with Ann. (I just linked to a controversial personality. I wonder what will happen next.)
And apparently I have zero experience in leading a book club given that I've never led a book club. I wonder if Donna has ever led a book club. I've never asked her.
If it hasn't become clear, it will become clear shortly: I have no blogging experience except in reading them. At least we know Donna has blogging experience.
Are you still with me?
Did you notice there are more than the anticipated three people here?
That makes me want to do two things simultaneously: 1) crawl into a hidey-hole and 2) thank you for being here.
I'll go with #2: THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!!!!
I wasn't going to tell my husband about this little blog because there was a part of me that was a teeny bit embarrassed. Embarrassed that, on a whim, I would start a blog about a book I'd never read nor knew a thing about just because Donna suggested it.
But I did tell him last night just before dinner. I made an off-hand comment about the blog.
"The HannahCoulterBookClubforCopyCats." I said it very quickly; hoping it'd be less embarrassing.
He surprised me then. He grinned. He wanted to read it. He laughed out loud at all the right places.
And then he started asking the questions.
Questions about schedules and formats and content and moderators and how we came to choose a book by Dave Barry anyway.
"Wendell Berry," I said. Then it occurred to me that a book by Dave Barry might be a whole lot easier and I started getting a sick feeling in my gut.
After the twelfth question I heard myself say for the twelfth time, "I don't know." And then it hit me: Lucy and Ethel were at the wheel.
Lucy and Ethel read a book and start a book club, indeed.
Dear Friends, I think we're in for some hare-brained and unplanned fun and her name is Hannah Coulter.
(Thank you for being here. I hope those of you who are spending your hard-earned cash on the book will not regret it.)
P.S. I remember being told as a child that I was nearly named Lucy but my Grandma stepped in and forbad it. Imagine a woman named Bertha forbidding a woman named Linda to name her child Lucy! I was grateful to my grandma every year at Christmastime when I saw Lucy on television being so mean to Charlie Brown. But I did secretly wish for a second syllable and real vowel.