Hello! Welcome to Book Club

HELLO! WELCOME TO BOOK CLUB. I’m your hostess.

- Helen Ellis

My Book Club name is Mary Beth. We all have Book Club names at Book Club.

Why, dear? Well, really, why not? The girl who brought you here goes by Delores. The ladies on the red sofa named themselves after TV judges.

The ladies on the gray sofa named themselves after the Supremes. The ladies at the buffet table chose Bethany, Marjorie, and Aretha. The elderly lady dozing off in the egg chair calls herself Jane.

If you decide to join us, you can give yourself a Book Club name. We’ll laminate a bookmark with your new name on it. We’ll hole-punch a tassel. You can keep your bookmark in whatever book you’re reading. It doesn’t have to be a Book Club book. But your Book Club name will be a secret name that only we call you.

Trust me, you’ll like it. It feels like a dollar bill in your bra.

That’s right, Jane, I’m talking about bras at Book Club again! Look who’s awake! Jane’s our grande dame. She’s ninety years young. She’s what you call a “real

New Yorker.” Meaning: she’s loaded. When it comes to Jane’s money, think of a crazy amount of money, lottery money that you’d like as a windfall. Imagine hundred-dollar bills funneling around you like a tornado of financial freedom. Now double that money. Honestly, triple it. Then add a billion.

It sounds better than handing out towels at Flywheel, doesn’t it, dear? Yes, I bet it does.