I’m always a little leery about meeting other Sherwood moms. I don’t know if it’s just my little town or not, but I’ve come across so many snotty moms here. Every conversation degrades into a litany of accomplishments – how smart their kids are, how beautiful their children, their wealth, their house, blah, blah, blah. I spent five years of my life dealing the pompus wind-bag lawyers, the last thing I want is to hang out with a bunch of pompus wind-bag moms. I can pretty much spot these types of moms a mile a way from their coiffed hair and spotless outfits and I give them lots of room.

So when I was invited to join a book club with a group of unknown women, I felt a bit of trepidation. I figured the odds of hitting a wind-bag were pretty high but the lure of good books brought me round so cajolled Kevin into taking on the girls alone last night and I headed out.

Upon arrival, I immediatley scoped out the shoes. I find you can tell alot about a person by their feet/shoes. Toe poish that matching shoe color with a three inch spiked heel is not a good sign. So I was quite pleased to be greeted by the hostess who was comfortably barefoot. Old sneakers and flip-flops were the shoe of choice amoung the ladies gathered and I could breath a sigh of relief. And their shoes didn’t lead me astray. I haven’t quite pegged all the personalities yet but everyone seemed like a talker with little reservation. Of course, I was the new girl of the group so there was definately that “old friend” vibe going around which is always fun to be a part of. I have a feeling we could have some good rip-roaring discussions if the right fuse was lit. Just what you want in a book group. I stayed late and chatted books with B who is a lover of fiction. We swapped must reads, browsed Powells.com, and revelled in that giddy joy of finding someone who adores reading. I’m optomistic that she can turn me onto some good titles and, even better, I’ll have someone to call up and rehash the good and the bad. Because in my opinion, a good book is even better when it’s loved by someone else too.