Last night I was invited to a meeting of the Fun Book Club (yes, that's really their name) or FBC for short. Five lovely ladies: B, T, Lala, Cindy and Sniks. It started off with a game of 30 seconds - to break the ice - which I lost. It was the question about the obscure actor that threw me. Their questions to me were extremely perceptive and made me think about aspects of Dying in New York I'd never thought of before. Like what led Lerato's father to become a cruel, scheming bastard? Or why wasn't he arrested long before? Why did Lerato keep running? And how deeply do you immerse yourself in a character? We spoke about a whole range of things from mob justice, to pliant mothers and domineering men to the challenge of truly being oneself. It was really wonderful to witness at first hand the women's reaction to the novel - a mix of intense curiosity and a joyous enthusiasm. Come to think of it, that may have been the wine ... Nah! Thank you Fun Book Club. Thank you B
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