Tonight I will NOT WRITE so that I may attend book club. This evening’s topic is “The Guernsey Literary And Potato Peel Pie Society”. No one is bringing potato peel pie, but someone is stopping off at a British Shoppe and bringing British treats. Someone else is bringing champagne. Someone else is bringing champagne (I am a copycat). I thought I would detest this book, but instead was charmed by the characters, setting and stories of German occupation. I doubt I will ever be charmed by Proust in quite the same manner. No, I’m sure of it. My question for the club is: As mothers (it’s all mothers in my group), how do you feel about Elizabeth’s actions with the Nazi Gorgon, when she (Elizabeth, of course) was so, so close to getting out of the concentration camp? Could she have stopped herself—for her child? Are her actions in or out of character, an obvious plot device, or tragic in a true literary, edge-of-your-seat, I-will-defend-this-book-to-my-grave, ILOVEELIZABETH manner. Just curious.

Until tomorrow night—cheers.