Read Between the Wines... my kind of Book Club My very first experience in a book club was one I was bullied into. I was a new English teacher at the high school I’d graduated from and they wanted me to attend. One, I couldn’t say no… these were my new co-workers and I’m an English teacher, for goodness sakes! Two, I really wanted to say no… these women were teachers that I was a student under; I really didn’t want to try to sound smart surrounded by all the woman that used to be responsible for my grades {terrifying!}. It went well, I stayed silent, and I never returned, but blamed my busy motherhood on my inability to stay after and participate. As an adult, many opportunities have emerged for me to participate in book clubs, both as a leader and as a participant. It hasn’t been a consistent activity, but effort has been made. I attended a book club as an add-on activity through my MOPS group that was basically a trainwreck (Seriously, nothing...