The Long Haul

I'm finally reading another novel, and have gotten beyond page 50, so it looks like I'm in there for the long haul. The book is called The Reading Group. It reminds me of the other book I read called The Friday Night Knitting Club, in that the story revolves around the lives of a group of women who get together regularly, in one case, for the knitting club, and in the other, for the book club. This book, though, really focuses less on the actual books and meeting than it does on the individual lives of the members. It's not bad, perhaps a tad bit low-brow, but much better than a romance novel.

I didn't realize until I began reading it, though, that it is set in London, and is written by an English author. Therefore, there are some very definite English-terms that are sometimes perplexing. I guess I didn't notice the "The #1 British Bestseller" across the top of the novel when I bought it. Not that it would have stopped me from reading it. I just think it's funny that I didn't pay attention.