I am an eavesdropper. There
it is. I confess to it.
There are some times when I
voyeuristically just listen but there other times when….well ….
I admit that there are also
some times when I barge right on in (but always politely of course!)
Here is a story of one of
those times.
The author of a recent book
I read was speaking at our local bookstore. I got there early so I could sit in
the front row.
Sitting there waiting alone
and mostly self-conscious among the women-filled audience; I clutched my copy of
The Red Leather Diaries; I listened in to the dangling conversations swirling around.
Hearing all those snippets
of book chatter made me long for a book club.
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Zeroing in on the delightful
dialogue directly behind me, I knew what my next step would be.
Taking a deep breath, I spun
around to take a complimentary course.
“I can tell you are
enchanted with Lily Koppel and the story of the diary,” I said.
That was my opener…that’s
it. The three women who were sitting behind me graciously welcomed me into the
conversation before the author, Lily got to the podium to speak.
The quality of that itty bit
of book talk was inspiring. It catapulted me to another realm as I listened to
that author’s writing journey.
When it was over, I turned
to say good-bye to my new acquaintances. We murmured our content with the evening.




So nice! Nothing like a good group of people to discuss books with! Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteYou do have the guts! Go! And then tells us about it. Sounds like I need the Red Leather Diary too.
ReplyDeleteMe and a friend were in NYC a few weekends ago, and she was eavesdropping too. I told her that my mother used to do that...eavesdrop to the point of actually slipping in a comment here and there, and then miraculously becoming part of the convo. Nice work. Hope you go to the book club meeting. I'm in a book club and it's fun, fun. We never pick a book we like collectively, but we do have fun.
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