The Eyre Affair Was Really Eerie

Well, its seems a disappointment I have not been writing on this blog a long time now. But its not out of intention, only I have been immeasurably busy that even my own blogs suffered same fate.

Things came to a climax for me and I stayed away from certain aspect. I am one that knows exactly how to prioritise things and although friends and acquaintance thinks I’m doing too much, I still know my boundary and limit, etc.

Well, I’m back. Partly I have not been to bookclub also in the past month and didn’t finish the two previous books. Last Tuesday, we discussed “The Eyre Affair”. The discussion went as weird as the book too. I love it all and I felt happy being back and being in the midst of such happy bunch of strangers… now someone will complain.

Anyway, It was a smooth meeting, a few old faces only turned up, the new ones were quite as chatty and the airwaves remained charged to the end. So to refresh, brighten and spice it up again, I have included so intentionally blurred pictures here for your consumption. The attendees were happy to have their pics up but I do consider that most of them are “quite” very important. So, don’t complain about the dullness of the pictures.

Shantaram: We Were Too Happy To Express

Shantaram! It was a good read – although I have not yet done the last page. No one complained negatively about the massive autobiography/fictional setup.

As we discussed the book, what interested me most was the question: “define the author in one word.” The answers were quite beautiful, but the best was “a criminal with conscience”. Another was “self-made”.

Gregory Roberts was actually some sort of magical person. And his description in d book was pure and captivating, most of it touching to the heart. His outreaching, social abilities, condescending manners and an ever-ready to help approach is rather too endearing.

But for the extensive size of the novel, making the discussion a bit cold, it was a nice night. Nice because the meeting was discussing an interesting story in a cold manner.

So its perfume next and I hope we all buy a nice one, and smell fine on that day… see you all folks.

The Crime Of Ignoring Poirot

Great day. For those who attended tonight’s meet, it must have been a good change from the talk-talk gathering of the past especially for our new members whom I hope they like enjoyed it. Lea (sorry if spelt wrong), Matt and mhh… the other tall guy; sorry guy I didn’t get your name; if only I am Poirot.

Well, we launched Christmas with our little-turn-to-massive Christmas party, cum Sharon’s farewell party… or was it her birthday??? Ooops! Watch your mouth godwyns!!! Anyway… as usual, the food was more than we required… take away??? mhhh…

It was fun sharing together again, and it helped subdue missing Sharon and the comfy fort. And so in the merriment, we didn’t talked about the Christmas pudding because of course, it should be brought out on Christmas for dinner. Yet from my observation, it seems everyone was dodging that tradition.

Yea, and after the massive meal, Mark and the a few formed a circa to do some chain story or what is it. it was fun but I opted out cos I don’t tell stories; I enjoyed their folk tale anyway.

Alright! Alright!! Time to go. Look under for the photos… any complain should be forwarded for consideration. Hehehe……

Photos From Little-Turn-To-Massive Christmas Party

Sharon cutting the cake...

The ladies making the toasting... can you hear the glasses clicking?

Some were even feeling dancy... what a step? phew!!!

That guy in yellow was definitely posing for this photograph

Did I hear you ask where is me in the picture? Oh my! I am one of the guy in all the pics, havce a good guess... Well, truth is for copyright issues, my pics isnt easily shown on the web. Bring your camera next time and I will grant you permission.

Hehehe....

We Talked About Eva

Yea! Yea! Yea!... I’m running late getting this done, but bless me folks, I am deep to my neck into whatever. Anyway, no blabbling.

It was another wonderful discussion at HRG on Tuesday evening, wao! Especially after not attending the last meeting due to running amok on the road with my bicycle. And you know what, the kinsmen in the book club are wonderful people. They all showed their concern and I felt damn so loooooovvveeed. Ok? Ok!

It was Kevin we were supposed to talk about; but you know what? Folks ended up talking about Eva. Lionel Shriver’s book should have been called “We Need To Talk About Eva” mhh…. She was just everything. Think it was only Barrister Emily that understood or represented her being the only one with the knowledge of parenthood.

Anyway, back to Kevin, oh dear! Someone said he was malicious, I said he was evil; Sharon our host sort of was pissed. Oh…… ! And talking of our dear Sharon, anyway, we will talk about that below (Thank You Sharon).

Well, Kevin was there, think his fear was the beginning of wisdom that guys decided instead to talk about Eva. And he grew up near to Nyack… Welcome Kev… It was particularly cool to have you.

Alex and his lady-colleague (sorry I didn’t get the name), both student journalists, were there to pick up ‘gossips’. Hehe… offensive, isn’t it? I kept wondering about those 2 innocents who wouldn’t say a thing? Are they Kevin’s prison mate? Ooops! Watch your mouth Godwyns.

In all, it was a good day. Almost everybody felt like saying something And Thanks to Mex for presiding over (Eva???). Then, we all travelled to Yorkshire to have a drink. Check out the pics below.

The Folks Relaxing In Cittie Of York

Mex, Alex (student journalist) showing off their hair


The 2 Men Over There Are Part Of It


Alex's Colleague quizzing Mark... Sorry Mark




Mex & Alex Again... Why Is He peeping??



Robert Clutching His Pint... mh

Me? Sorry, the photographer is always behind the camera... Actually, I wasnt there.

Thank You Sharon

Yea, I promised to talk about our dear Sharon. I think Sharon deserve a royal award for her selfless service to our group since March.

It was really sad to hear we wont be using the posh conference centre she has provided us that’s made our meetings so enjoyable. Well, on the other hand we are all happy for her progress and wish her all the best. Thanks Sharon.

For those of you guys who haven’t joined us in HRG (formerly BTI)before now, you still have a chance anyway. A little Christmas communion will be celebrated for our last meeting of the year on 4^th December as well as our last day in HRG with a grateful heart to Sharon for such excellent provision.

Welcome one, welcome all. But you know what, I will man the door… you better watch out. See you all there.

Tuesday's Meetup

More reviews to follow about the meeting itself.

Contact me if you dont want to your speech made public here ... hehehe

Keep fingers crossed
godwyns

The Master and Margarita Magic

The magic. The suppressions. The freedom. The weirdness. The Religious leaning; etc. Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita seems to cause a lot of debate confuses one where to side. But the whole beauty of it is that from a real human point of view, it is a book that stirs insight to life in general.

Although I find it difficult following on with all the magic wands spread by Woland, yet the intricate splendour revives in me a pointer to Bulgakov’s intelligence, of touching almost all aspect of life directly and indirectly.

In the over 6 page introduction written in my copy by one Simon Franklin, a Fellow of Clare College and Lecturer in Russia at Cambridge, The Master and Margarita was craftily linked to most main facets of life. Owing to the fact that the book itself was penned at a time Stalin would censor any literal work, Mikhail Bulgakov discreetly did his work and refuse to submit it for commissioning hence it was only published after his death. The devil or Satan represented by Woland makes a good picture of the government during which the author wrote his book. In Professor Simon’s introduction, Bulgakov was also a recipient of Stalin’s corruption being given a post at the Moscow Arts Theatre and thus his quietness all through and so, he knew and saw the “Devil” at work.

The basic beauty to me is the awareness it arouses in us who are free and free from causes of magic, from suppression of speech, and religious analysis.

Secondly, Bulgakov made us understand how complicated power is to its captains. In the case of Pilate, although he has the power, yet, there are both small and big powers he has to mind to take his decisions. Wanting the save Ha-nostri, the council of priests refuses, and thus he gave a thought to the public, etc.

Bulgakov also raises a question on life at work and home – competition. Trust isn’t really existent or trust is breakable when humans want to favour themselves. Secrets abide in every man and thus, suspicion is a part of each individual. What more? Corruption is a network of individual participation in unacceptable norms-turned-to-tradition; thereby making the government who wields corrupted power “right” in prosecuting people and earning more praise for itself.

Yet, Mikhail’s presentation is intelligent as well as bizarre and mystical in nature to me thinking of all the magic, etc.

John Fowler's "The Collector Replayed Real"

Always listening to the news but what I saw this past 2 days on it really set my teeth seething and believe you me, I could kill the culprit.

In February, we read The Collector by John Fowler. The story was simply how a raving lunatic kidnapped a young adult lady and hid her away from the world for months providing for her and wishing she can love him. The dreadful thing is that this young promising art student died in her captivity since she can’t be taken to a hospital either so to keep her hidden. I wept at that outcome and sort of thought the author a little sadistic, but he isn’t. He is rather a prophet.

But while we read this book back in February and raged at the story, little did we gave a thought to it that same wickedness set in fiction was the portion in life, of a baby girl since 1998 and ongoing. Although we all refuted the story while believing it was a nice piece of fiction and intelligent, we thought that could be a pure vague occurrence in real life. Now dare me, Natascha Kampusch went through same fate and even more gruelling in that she had her toilet, bath, bed and everything in same room and in total darkness. Wasn’t Fowler kind in his story then?

Miranda in Fowler’s The Collector was allowed a bath outside her underground room, a movement through the house, able to taste wine and even get to walk outside in the night sometime with her captor. But Natascha Kampusch stayed in a room for 8 years. I cant help crying. Poor girl.

As I listened to the news and thought of what 8 years means, I can’t helpbut feel hell. And for a mere 10 year old, only heaven knows how much damage has been done, morally, health-wise and entirely. Kept away from a mother’s warmth, the fun of family, the squabbles of siblings and peers, Natascha must have been totally damaged and will need a lifetime to re-adjust to the life she has lost. But unfortunately, she can’t gain those years back. Her 10^th to 18^th years has forever been lost, they cant be re-made again. What a wickedness?

If you pray or believe in spiritual connection, I think we all ought to lend our spiritual strength to this young woman at this time to get on with life and forget what’s gone the best she can. Yet we know, she can never forget it.

The WCKED Convention

How really WICKED!

Welcome to all new souls who came along and thanks to Sharon as always for hosting us. For those who know not, the cosy alcove isn’t a product of Glinda’s high taste and sorcery nor Elphie’s scientism… whatever that means.

Oh well! The night went well but pardon me to say it was rather too unusual in the approach and somewhat cold with too many brief silent pauses as if some Dracula from The Historian was overlooking the attendees.

Wicked was wickedly accepted to be a brilliant piece. With its very unusual characters and evil-in-the-sack system, it looks to me like each act was well developed and tidied out as well as tied up to something. Embarrassed as I am for having not read the other half of it, I take it that although gals enjoyed the book, it caused more wordlessness than evoke discussion,

Kevin was at his best humorous mood today though he’s always been a good student. Simon didn’t feel like telling us what he saw in the book and that makes me wonder but thanks to Mitchel who took us to the surreal map of the Land of Oz; didn’t know you are a good geographer Mitch. And how come Chaundra read from the author’s script when we were all suppose to buy from Borders or Amazon?

We (including those who cant afford theatre for some reasons) all look forward to see how Wicked works on stage since we all think it outstanding, I am the more curious why it is a musical than a drama; bla bla bla…

Please add more if you have your own comment, I am typing this from my dreams at 3am… it all may not be correct but it tells you how much of a fantasy a Quadling Turtle Heart could become the father of one in line of succession to the Eminent Throppe’s throne of the Muchkinkand.

The Literary London Pub Walk

May I first apologise for not updating this blog as usual as I do at least immediately after meetings, it was due to having too many eggs in my basket and had to roll carefully. None of them cracked, needless to say broke, so it’s alright. Thanks to those who will worry for that… don’t ask me what. Hehehe

Well, Wednesday was good as we all trudged on behind David from the London Walks (or whatever the guide company is called) like sheep and shepherd. The stops were unannounced and come as a surprise. Surprise because most things one has always lived with, seen every minute, disregard and don’t notice tend to be of a new significance. I wished you came with us – the windowsills, the door design, the phenyl, and lot more. Sometimes too, the walk goes so boring that legs as good as mine (is it really good?) begin to complain.

And talking of legs, it was so unexpected that no one volunteered to put me on their back for the 3 hour walk; now I can hear some conservationist grumbling… but that’s true. Thanks to Sharon who only took notice and kept me going with her off and on company.

So that brings me to the most interesting thing I learnt from the homeless-exercise – if you think its not, tell me what it could be. Do you know that those match-box huts found in some places in the centre of the great city of London were built for cabbies? Blimey!!! It was so interesting to hear that the little things I use to think were century-old public toilets are rather specially named as Cabman’s Shelter, erected through the Cabman’s Shelter Fund and even once hosted Frank Sinatra’s informal solo concert for some brave Cab men down at Park lane. Now don’t you wish you are a taxi driver? Cheeky.

Ok! Here ends the reading of the first lesson (as my Anglican church will say – as if it means, don’t read your bible again till the next… whatever).

Whoever Said It NeverWas...

There you go; time was kept. Everyone arrived and the meeting in a more and very informal way kicked off. It was cool. Funny enough, one of the first questions before the main discussion was about rushing so as to watch the England against Sweden match. And you couldn’t believe it, the answer was uniform, “I’m not that desperate about footie…” I wasn’t surprised.

So with that, Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere was attacked (pardon me, savoured). It appears everyone enjoyed the book even me that think it’s a big hallucination; hehe… Richard Mayhew we agreed was a good follower, Croup and Vandermer special, Door, royal indeed, the rest, useful. But something else…

Gaiman actually made some to concentrate on the underground routes than reading this time. You can’t believe Clare pointed out she knew where British Museum Station is between whatever Station and the other… I hope she isn’t the Lady D… (don’t quote me please). And so was Sarah, agreeing to know some of the non-used stations; blimey! At a point I have to assure myself we are not in the Earl’s court coach. Wonders! Especially these ladies in the bookclub, how come they know these things, mhh… I bet organizer was stunned as he only maintained the Speaker of the parliament stance only reading out the questions and causing the hearty argument.

Now, a guy entered late – haven’t seen him before really – he sat by the door, contributed like an attendee to a political gathering where community issues are discussed, and neighbours having not seen him before, or those who have, only sees him walk by (usually that sort DRIVES), goes into his house and locks himself up. But today, he is there actually saying their mind, which they, for whatever reason won’t say. And as a ghost-neighbour, he comes when the meeting is in motion, stays at the entrance says what he wants, offending some conservatives, appealing to the grassroots and disappearing before the end. Well, our guy entered late and left early causing heads to turn and look whenever he says these things or that.

Mhh! But it was good. Christopher, who was new (?) too, at a point said something that made someone ask, ‘was it in the same book’…? But he is social, went to (Citie of) York with us after the meeting and forced us to introduce ourselves; “gardween” I said, as abrupt as I can mutter it, and same was everybody ‘cos it sure was unexpected. So there was no time for all those, “ I did… I am… I come becau…” sort of introduction.

Funny as it is, about 9 of us ended in Citie of York, - by foot just like in London below because its not easy to reach York in the twinkle of an eye – and had a hearty chat for over an hour. And that is why I like book worms, no one drank like a palm flee… so we all left in one piece, body, soul, spirit and brain still intact.

Next is the London Walk… if you read Neverwhere, you must like to find out about this in practical.

by godwyns
www.godwyns.blogspot.com

Evolving Evolvements

You see? That's why I don’t like World Cup periods. I do like football a bit, not to the point of trashing things like book meetup, but just to the level of doing it in my free time. But the problem with the World (plastic) Cup is that it takes all the attention unto itself.

The worst I have noticed now is that the so called Cup has also attacked the one place I thought no one will care... but com’on, its so patriotic of us to gaze upon the shimmering screens for our beloved nation; (hey, don’t misinterpret, I am Nigerian, but you must know I love this Island). Anyway, I am heftily waiting for the decision for this football vs. Book club

Well, with the footy on its side causing as much havoc than a 4 year trouble, this summer looks pretty promising to us. If you are yet to know, we don’t just do books here, no, as against the accolade of 'bookworm' we also eat green leaves, (oops!) bridges, panels, old footpaths, etc. Or what do you think about a London Walk? Or did you hear of WICKED yet? Keep your eyes and ears open (does ears get opened, thought they are permanently open; well).

My only concern is this London Walk thing; do help me God. Can I do it on my bicycle Mark? Walking isn’t an agreeing partner with poor me... someone heeeeeeeeeeelp! May be one (or all of you in turns) will volunteer to have me on their back while the trekking lasts? (hehehe... cheeky lad).

Meanwhile, this NEVERWHERE is really neverTHERE. I don’t know what to make of the stuff. Its neither sounding real nor fictitious, its as comedic as tragic, who's this crazy hallucinator of a writer? Jah!!!! Its a nice piece anyway though I'm forcing my way through it which isn’t necessary.

Ok, enough; after all no one gets to read this blabbing, such a waste of...

The History

Yesterday at BTI, I quietly watched jealously as the ladies mainly discussed The Historian. Poor me, I didnt finish the book and so was forced to stay out of their way. Anyway, it wasnt only me... but I'm not going to point fingers; hehe

But it was cool. Most people seem to have enjoyed the massive bible-like volume though bookworms are always full of criticism; anyway, never mind, that's why worms eat up their environment. So the attack was on and I bet Dracula the vampire or his wicked human form Vlad the empaler wouldnt have withstood this discussion regardless of his powers of wickedness or compassion. Well done people; you all gave Vlad a match for his manner.

Yesterday also saw democracy at its full fledge with the 'first woman prime minis...', sorry, did I say minister? Well, something like that. Mark showed his open-minded, motivating leadership strength by letting some other person take the lead. He has always hinted at doing it but this time, someone from the dodging members fail into the ... dont think its a ... trap. Mark sat staunchily beside her emitting all the powers of leadership yet not interferring with the job. Well done Mark.

So, welcome to the new members who found time to be there and even spare more going to the Citie of York. You can guess, especially for the 'new in London', you have visited York without Shire injust about 30 days of arriving England.

Ok. Enough of this. I am sorry I am updating this later than should be. But its not easy as I got to jump into the train in the next 2 hours to leave this city behind for some days... am choking. So that's the more reason I need motivation via contributors joining on this blog.

And before I go, may I welcome back Sharon... Nice to know that while the young girl in John Fowles The Collector died of her Typhoid (or what was it?), Sharon read the book and survived hers... hehehe. Ok. Ok. Ok. Time to go. See you all in June.

All Works No play makes Jack(ie)...

It was so nice to see everybody and even more yesterday at the Garrick Arms. So much like a Re-union of old boys (no offence ladies) than an ordinary social night. Well-done people.

Thanks to those who were able to make it and for those who couldn’t, don’t worry, it’s understandable how time in London can be typically an essential commodity. Look forward to seeing you sometime soon.

Well, like I hinted in my last article, we are growing in strength and things can only be better. Yesterday at the Garrick Arms saw quite an honourable list of attendance. The new faces were in masses. Welcome people. How lovely it would be to have the newly(wed)-arrived in the next meeting itself. Welcome back also to Alex who’s been on AWOL since January… heheheee. The giant is back and I hope; back indeed.

Well, without too much talk, you can guess it was a wonderful night out yesterday; thanks again to the Garrick Arms for the bountiful provision and to Mex for this profitable connection. Bravo Mex.

Now, look through the pictures taken with my cheap Nokia N91. It’s just a 2MP so not so much quality, but I hope its better than nothing.

Godwin

Organizer Mark A. welcoming giant Al back

Sharon (cosy meeting place provider) wt the ladies

Mex(right) making ladies feel at home

Alex again, so much welcome accolades

If these were the left over, you can imagine how so much food we had.

The Garrick Arms

Growing...

Well, I think this isn't good administrative manners. I have been lacking in my job for this blog and I must apologize to those (if any) of you who visits or read this record.

The fact is I missed one meeting and had so much on my little hand. But I have gone back to the fold again any way. So this will be a double update on events.

In the last meeting, something actually came across my mind while waiting for the discussion to commence.

As at last August, no one could have believed that the London Book Club would survive 2005. Attendance was rocking like a boat that’s lost its oar and occupants were already giving up on making the bank.

Thanks to Khaled Hossoeini’s Kite Runner. That event saw a big turn up and subsequently it has held and grown in bounds and leaps. Presently, our meeting counts in 20s whereas 8 people were a great attendance last year.

May I congratulate Mark Allan for holding on and Mex for the February meeting at the Garrick Arms which helped boost it all. Now people, there will be another social gathering at the Garrick Arms, with an accompanying free meal; and bet me, the Garrick Arms give more than a charity…

Anyway, so far, it’s all going fine and growing from strength to strength. So bravo to you all bookworms (no offence please), read more, come along, the family is created already.

And for you, who is still standing outside and peeking, drop your fears and come along. It’s a free house, free speech, equal comments, decent people…

Tcha! Enough of this rambling, ask what you like.

By: http://godwyns.blogspot.com

Gathering of the Tractor Assessors

First may I say a big & hearty thank you to Sharon for the provision of that cosy, warm and wonderful board room for yesterday’s meeting. So good was it that one cant but wish to discuss books forever. Thank you Sharon, you are a darling.

Yea, that said, thanks to all who made it yesterday to warm the new venue, what do you think? For first timers, I think that’s a superb welcome and a motivation to come again.

So, what happened yesterday. It was a good discussion. I think the best thing for any bookworm is to have an opportunity to discuss the book. It relieves, especially having the opportunity to criticize, alter and amend the author’s focus. Heheheeee….

Yesterday was also the first anniversary of the bookclub. Should be a beautiful day which it was by my observations:

· First the attendant was good for the first time since June when I join on (mind you, I dont rate Garrick Arms, that was a jamboree).

· Secondly, it was the first time in 6 months since we had every one present contribute less one (please dont ask me who).

· Thirdly and most important, Sharon’s offer of a cosy posh room is befitting of the anniversary and I look forward with hope that she be able to retain access to that space for us a long time. Thanks Lady.

So among all the venues so far, from Red Lion to Abbey Tavern to All Bar One when the group finally took off and landing onto Mark Allan. It then moved to Royal Festival Hall before its compulsory 18 months renovation chased us to Waterstones, then transition (or translation) which we are still passing through like gipsies gave a celebration at Garrick Arms, Cittie of York, and now (is it the promised land really), the BTI office courtesy of a kind-hearted fellow.

Cheerio all and keep the number up.

Impromptu

Its at situation like this you realize how much people like and want to do certain things. Yesterday was one of them.

After getting tied down at school sorting myself out, finishing late, I decided to go straight for Tuesday's Intermediate meeting. But to do that, I need to remind myself again of the location. Remember it was (supposed) to be a brand new place. Anyway, having left my printed copy of the map at home, I have to check the internet again for it but what did I see???

A new IMPROMPTU mail from Mark. Oh dear! Changed, location moved. To a pub again? Absolutely ...! Anyway, I got on the bus to it. It a wonderful, old, 'viking sort of' quiet-noisy place. mhhh... Anyway, there you go. I circled round and finally got its entrance. As always, I was noticed; dont ask me why. And I noticed Alex too, blimey! Why wouldnt I? And who wouldnt by the way... The tall giant. Anyway, it was nice cos it was a confirmation that it will hold.

So we went and grabbed something to drink, gosh... there was a serious tomb of hell in the middle of the inner (chamber) pub. So where is Mark? I made call, he appeared.

Anyway, they turned up. No collector among us, No Miranda either. But it was fun. We tend to agree like members of BNP, Ferdinand was a confusing entity. Miranda was .... c'mmon someone tell me.

Anyway, it was a nice meeting. The number was good regardless of the impromptu info about a change of venue.

Looking forward to 2 weeks when we meet again to talk about Tractors in Ukraina - what an odd name to give a book? Anyway, that's what she want to call it and funny it won an award... I wonder what for.

Cheers all. Godwin

And so it came

Yea, the gig's come and gone and I'm sure everyone present enjoyed it. Welldone people.

At the Garrick Arm today, it was more of a party than a bookclub. So many new faces, substantial number of oldies too; welcome guys. Thanks to Mex for a change in location; Mark's organisational capabilities was its peak today reaching out to all; excellent Mark. Its appreciated.

Well, it seems the pub location drew most people out. It was nice to see some run-away soldiers re-appear - hahahaaaa - welcome back friends, and good the book was discussed in more of make-up groups than general.

Thanks to the Garrick Arm too for such a comfortable provision: seats and food alike. Their staff were also very nice and did good service.

So guys keep your ears on the ... for news on what comes next.

Cheers and see ya all soon.

Godwin

It's On Tuesday

Yea, after one month, we are getting back to discuss again. This time, its The Collector we will be discussing with. Hope everybody is enjoying it or has enjoyed it. I am yet to do my bit on that.

So this is a reminder to your all who dont put up your hands when the boss asks who committed the offence of reading books. Dont think you are innocent, go find the book and read so we get a balanced knowledge of your thought and...

Ok, that's that for now. Looking forward to seeing you all on Tuesday evening in the basement of Waterstones. its quite a nice place to meet.

Take care all and hope to see those who missed out on the last one in January. Cheers

January Meetup (cont'd)

Ok, lets see it from my view. Yes you MUST (hahahahaaaa, never mind please).

As I walked into the Waterstone's basement cafe, I sensed that today's meeting was going to be interested. It looked refreshed, I mean the members already there, looked so expectant and very relaxed and merry too.

The organizer, ever punctual (talk of leading by example), was there but funnily enough, not at the FATEful corner. Thus it took me time to pick out which is the group with what the cafe usually is. Well, when I enquired of him the reason for to gather us in the centre, (dont worry, the english Emma Brown is written in is my newly found love, encourage me please); he pointed me to an old lady singularly occupying our inherited place. This old maid, set not her composure as one ready to leave, but Mark appearing he could, probably by hipnotic emissions, felt he can set the old one on her way, while we gradually trickled in to wait. But a man of time as it is of Mark, did at last commence the discussion as the busiest hand of time struck the quarter of the hour.

Introduction done and Mark being happy he got a second Marc (spellings personal please), marked us present by mentioning our names to Marc.. and then surprised us with Emily's speakership position.

Before that, someone did bring to my front a tray of hot steaming tea cups, such as Mrs Chalfont would do unto Mr. Ellin. I, mistaken the young lad for a Waterstone waiter, asked him how my countenance has drew such a mercy from him. Lo... this was a member who in honest and gentlemanly manner, had purchased these for a noble lady and himself; thus he spake unto me with a note of regret that had I arrived more timely than did, such a favour would have been shown unto one as needful as me. I offered my gratefulness, though my body has no need for filling with any hot liquid.

Progress made, the speaker's approach seem to keep us in check. Like lads having a new teacher on the first day of term, none strayed from the questions: for fear or respect, I suppose. We did answer all questions diligently like a pupil working for his long ambitiously coveted study till this new tutor informed us it was the last question.

Thanks to the various perspectives shared and shed on the characters and writers of Emma Brown. What else is the use of meeting to discuss books.

At this stage, followed our vote for future reads: 2 books made it: please ask the organizer or visit the message board. Anyway, the VIKING is still not voted or was not suggested today. So at the moment, we have books up until April meetup; no one should complain of thier voting right as regard to that issue henceforth.

So congrats to the Organizer for a job well-done in 2005; and as I mentioned in the write-up prior to this, he seem to be bringing David Cameronness though in a Tony Blairness postion as he has not been found Charles Kennedynessly unqualified. Ride on Mark.

Thumb up also to Mex too, she has come along way, I can't wait to see us read her work, at least for the boast of the authors in the midst, as well as Brad's. Wouldnt it be nice to criticize the authors there and then and see... hehehehehe. Anyway, till such a time as shall happen this, I rest my case.

Now, I got to sleep and hope humour as weak and ill as mine offends no good lass as you dear reader. And if thou be as near as to get infuriated, do, I implore thee accept the apology that flows before this offence.

Yours humbly,

Godwin

January Meetup

Yea, it finally came. The first for the year. I guess its gonna be great this year. The turn-up was good and I think very encouraging for us to trudge on. And thanks to Emily for her very nice suggestion of Clare Boylan's Emma Brown. It was a great read (source: usual on-the-spot vote). The discussion was really lively and very interesting regardless of a few (including one such as I) who didnt finish the book and a single new lass who didnt read it at all.

Welcome to Marc who joined us today for his first time. Funny enough, he turned up having not registered on the meetup website, which beat the thousand that has filled the site without showing up. We hope you mean to join though and we still look forward to seeing and welcoming you all.

For the constant guys (and gals of course) who didn't show up today, you were all missed. Hope the Christmas, New-Year and Eid Al-Addha celebrations' hangover let off royals such as one like you.

Thumb-ups to Mark, the organizer in his new year style of delegating a presenter (Emily you beat down BBC's Natasha Kaplinsky) today. It was fantastic. I bet the absentees missed such a suiting voice as that of a good lady today really, not minding she suggested the book that was discussed.

Well, the Red Lion's circus was quite a different up-turn today. Shows much of good things to come. As well as the buying of next month's book by almost all the members present. I think that style is really cute.

Well, there you go, if you want find out more, hop over next month, (7th February) and witness it firsthand. Meanwhile, reach me with your email so I can add you to members of this blogsite to keep your diary too (exclusively book club related please). I'm sorry, this will not operate like the free-for-all meetup with 186 registered members.

Read more about today's meetup in the next write-up. Cheers.

Godwin

Now, this is what it all means..

Hi everyone,

Welcome to our new blog site. I have created this with the hope that you will like, accept and contribute to its succeesss. It is to be our book club diary, where we can share experiences and exhaust what we could not finish during meetups.

I also hope we can use to it tell our observations during meetups, those humours, how it all went from personal perspectives and promote what we are into.

In that light, it will be good if you bare your mind on your knowledge and cruises in the book world; you can be encouraging someone. So here we go, check it out, post your own blog, and tell it all to the world. Give the address to everyone you want (but n ot the password please), so they can visit our blogsite and read the fun we have in our meetings.

I will manage it in the main time while our organizer decides to take over or other things he might think. Hoping to read loads here. Cheers

Godwin

October Book Club

Ehnn... Well, it has come and gone. As usual, it was wierd but lovely and sincerely, I wished it never ended. Oh my my! Brad was another thing this time. I think he brought the whole discussion to a fun lively level of psychological argument. Wao!!! Revealing the gay side of the wel-enjoyed book. Agrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Oh, by the way, I didnt say the name of the book. Not to worry, I will. It was so interesting, I have to read it even in every 30 seconds I got free. You cant believe it. No wonder new members out numbered the entire existing club. Khaleed Hoseini's THE KITE RUNNER will even be enjoyed by an illitrate, I mean even someone who hate to read his name on a paper. Oops! you say? Yea; if you doubt me, try a copy. I can lend you mine, but sorry, U am not running a local library, visit that one around the corner of your house... for those who live in a house anyway.

Yea... back to the issue. The Kite Runner was an easy read. So captivating, lively, almost like appears as if you are listening to a story not reading it. I mean it, it is damn LIVE read. Well, I bet even those who found themselves by mistake on www.meetup.com , read the review of this marvellous book tempting and joined our book club. There you go. Did I hear you say the new guys were just figure heads? I bet you need to see your doctor for some hearing aid. anyway, I dont mean to offend, just a piece of advice. so back to the fame again.

This month's book club started off rather informally wihtout introduction of faces; damn! And this time, there were more new people than has ever been. so off we hit it. I think there was that expression of 'I cant wait to discuss this book' on every face, even that of Mark the organizer, and He cant wait to hit the nail on the head. I dont mean he is a carpenter please. He started with questions like an literature teacher. Surprise!!! %Thats not what we want as far as this book is concerned. We all moped! And he moped back. Then, the moment of truth. I think it was Brad who hoofed first. But someone was quick to stop him and then the story started. As the teacher, Mark only listened while the students charter with their fantasy of a nice story book. Wonderful. Any teacher would have been damn happy and even fell its the best day of his career at the rate the first question trigered more debate than even the House of Commons would generate even when questioning the Prime Minister. On it goes. I babbled and got everyone's attention. To my surprise, I seem to be doing all the talking. It was Alex's ( he was one of the greenhorns on the block for the day) gaze that told me, 'you 've been speaking a long time, but we are enjoying it sort of'. Then I have to stop; or tired to stop.

Now talking about the freshers, Alex was rather imposing. With a height of more than 6 feet, he seem more like an international military observer than a book reader. Dressed in a casual sort of way and with a flushing kinda a strong gaze, glowing eyes boring holes into the object of attention, (not that it worried me nor was able to bore the hole on me) he did a good input of looking with a speaking contributing manner. Sitting right in an almost presiding corner, his expression showed how much he would have said it all had he read THE KITE RUNNER ( or did he read it? seems he....). Anyway, Simon was helping at all. He sat in a very hidden corner behind someone else. Simon is another fresh kid on the block. I was to understand why he didnt talk nor sat in a behold-able position. He is a.... (oh dear! something to do with pensions. that was my first day to hear that word anyway). He never contributed nor conjured. Niether did he observe nor notify. Exactly like someone who deals with old age. In issues of old age, silence is better than speaking because most speech are made from experience than from observations which are rather noted and compared to past issues. Well, quietly he sat and enjoyed we the talkatives do the stuff. Some very beautiful looking lady (I hope she dont complain being called a lady though) who sat to my left was so supportive and seem to be an arrangement to my sitting corner. Like Natasha Kaplinski of famous BBC 1 Breakfast show, she picks up from where I give in to Alex's watchful eye and gives me a nice support. Her actions of supportive notions had made me wished I wanted a wife... (sorry if I sound over the top now.). Well, for over 20 minutes, we were still answering teacher's question one though we have almost finished the book. And then the bombshell.

Brad hinted on this homosexual thing between Amir (main character) and Hassan. Oh dear! Oh dear!!. He was left on his own. In the house of commons, such non accepted opinion would have needed a short fag break for the proposer. Everyone refused to see his point. Well, its not that we refused to see it, it was just that we never gave it a thought while we enjoyed the book. But it livened the whole discussion as we all tried to present our rejection of that psyche from the book. Obviously homosexuality was mentioned, but none ever suspected it at the point Brad saw it. So we tried through arguement to reject it and move on. We did move on with this new level till teacher Mark called us to order like a high court Justice patiently waiting for intelligent lawyers to exhaust their law book knowledge. On we moved to question no 2. Whatever it was.

Any examiner would have given the student an outright fail mark as we dont stick to the questions. But that is the beauty of a book club. You discuss books without restriction and share knowledge. In my former blog, I mentioned how that different people understand different things in different ways. And that is true. Fot The Kite Runner, there were varied opinions and summary of dofferent chapters. The most wierd being the Brad's issue of homosexuality between Amir and Hassan. But to me, He wasnt wrong. Though I didnt see it that way, but when you turn the whole writing another way, sort of reading it from Luton towards London (Brad is from Luton), I smelled the homosexuality affair but I still didnt see it anyway. And that is life. So the 5 of us doing the talking, were real MPs. Others spoke but chiefly, 5 people did about 75% of the talk. Simon never said anything. Not even his name; sorry, there was no introduction. So came question 3, 4, and so on. And on each, we ransack the book from cover to cover enjoying it all. I bet all the new guys and gals were damn impressed at the pace, level and mood of discussion. As usual, it was so lively, friendly and humourous. Class doesnt exist here so we speak freely. Beiung the highest number attended club meeting, the meeting lived up to the attendance even though a few new gees didnt say anything.

When we thought we have finised the book, though we knew we cant finish discussing it; but time said we have to leave as Waterstones will be clossing shortly, we left to our normal pub to have some pints. I think majority came along and we had more than an hour talking and chatting in the pub. The reason I like readers is that they do most things with control in mind. Staying over an hour, I doubt if anybody finished their second glass of beer while some didnt drink at all. But we stayed on and on talking from books to gadgets to dating to property and what have you. This is the second time to this pub and we soon realized it was too small for us. While berating that new knowledge of its size, Alex the tall guy came back from the toilets to complain how little the drawer called a toilet is and also very short for his awesome height. Now why am I going on about his height? Well, I'm not alone in this as others have to suggest he sit himself down to accomodate our standing together. When he did, our heights rhymed and it was fun. Anyway, that was that and then came the end. Not that the end came but we thought we need to go to where we came from even though it seemed we werent ready to give up each other. But we have to, at least to go read the next book: JohnIrvin's THE WORLD ACCORDING TO GARP.

I cant wait for the next club meeting. But John Irvin is prooving a hard book to read due to its bulky nature. Its fun, its happiness, its beautiful. If you like the sound of it, you can join us. Visit www.meetup.com and lok for London Book Club. I cant wait for the next meeting. Dont be jealous of me...