02/10/2026
A bit more than three years ago I watched Book Club, a romcom about four women who meet once a month to talk about a book, and have done it for 30 years. I love books, but what stuck with me was the circle of women who stay through everything: job changes, kids, relationships, grief. I wanted that, so I made it a mission.
I asked around, and my criteria were a love of books, kids (I knew we’d talk about them a lot), and something international, whether that’s a partner, a background, or just really good English. Four women said yes, which made five of us, and three more joined over time. Now we’re eight.
We meet once a month, always at someone’s house, with snacks and drinks. Sometimes 70% of the evening is about the book, more often 30%. We’re all very different, and that’s the best part. There are discussions, tears and a lot of laughing.
Last spring we hiked out to a couple of cabins for one night. We’d planned it all in advance and everyone had a job: sauna master, breakfast wrangler, mood master, and so on. No men, so you can guess how smooth it went 😉
No electricity, so it was candles in the window and a fire going most of the time. Dinner on the gas stove, breakfast over the open fire, w**e in hand, beanies on whether the sun was out or not. After three years of living rooms, it was the first time we had a whole evening and a morning with nowhere else to be.
We’re making it a yearly tradition. Next time, maybe more than one night.
If you’ve been thinking about starting a book club, do it. Do it your way 📚🙌❤️