If none of you know, I have a bookclub. Well, a new one that I think I tried to form, but it turned into a being of itself. I mean, I am not as excited as the other ladies about it, but I do enjoy it. For our first book we read A Thousand Splendid Suns, then we read three short stories by Wilkie Collins (I did not pick it), then we just polished off Gone with the Wind. Oh for crying in a bucket. The woman (who is a friend of mine) who chose the book is obsessed. I just went to the meeting held at her house and we had a "GWTW Teaparty". I have never been to something more over the top. Well, maybe, but not recently. Her house is full of GWTW garb and she had more Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler figurines, framed pictures, movie posters, board games, coloring books (a haunted one, at that), supplemental reading books, cook books, framed quotes, paintings, knick-knacks, you name it, she had it----than you could shake a freaking stick at.
Tea was amazing. She had a million things to eat. She had delicacies of all sorts: scones, short bread, cakes, cucumber sandwiches. She had four different teas---one with a literal flowering bud in the pot that wowed all the guests. It was the best tea as well. It tasted like drinking a rose, straight up. She had out her best china, dainty forks and butter knives, beautiful tea cups. She had a bowl full of clotted cream so we could dollop to our heart's content.
Then she brought us up to her room to view the Gone with the Wind shrine she created there. I won't even begin to describe it to you. A whole wall was blocked out so she could put all her goodies there. Afterwards, she took us downstairs and gave us a folder (mine had my name on it) with several Gone with the Wind exams in them. She also had charts and handouts of all sorts. After our examinations were complete, she went to a room and brought out ziploc baggies full of something with a giggle. You will never guess what I got in my hand. A flipping Gone with the Wind cookie. Somehow, she found a Scarlett O'Hara cookie cutter and created these huge cookies and frosted them to look like the woman herself.
Then---to top off the evening, she handed out prizes of all sorts and her husband came down from his lair and made us a popular cocktail from the thirties: the Scarlett O'Hara. Yep, a cocktail. Apparently the Rhett Butler did not become as popular. And I am not kidding, there really is a Rhett Butler. Our hostess laughed the whole time and laughed as we all walked out the door at 1:00 a.m. That was more like a soiree, now, wasn't it?
Our next book, to my utter sadness---Pride and Prejudice. The problem with having every other book choice be a classic is that I have read most of them. The average reader will want to pick books that are the more popular on the classic scale and here I am, having read most of them already. However, I have not read The Old Man and the Sea, or Oliver Twist (among many others----but no one wants to read those).