If it's March, then it's decision time!
Every year for 2+ decades, our book club has held an annual retreat. Except that it didn't happen in 2020 and it's not happening again in 2021. I'm still hoping for a gathering of the vaccinated sometime this year. But that gathering won't include the choosing of the books because we're doing that this week.
Usually, we are giddy with excitement as we plan what books, what treats, what contribution to the meals, and what needed extras we'll bring. Usually, we decide if we'll be in the morning-car, the mid-afternoon car, or the leaving-after-work car. Usually, we wander trails, explore little towns, visit the local independent bookstore, and cherish the friendships that are cemented by this shared love of books. But I digress! This is a post about decisions, not joy.
Anyone who knows me well can attest to the fact that I am not a decision maker. I often defer to others, even in the simplest of matters. And when I finally make a decision, I find that I'm easily swayed by others or even by my own ongoing vacillations. This inability to decide leads to procrastination. But I've finally decided on the three books I'm submitting to this year's ballot of possibilities for our upcoming year of reading.
Drum roll, please!
Something older (published in 2017)
something new (published in 2020),
and something different (poetry, a genre we don't usually read)!