The Marvelous Mrs Maisel, things are bound to go wrong. I had often complained to my husband about the (light) reading choices and enforced upbeat tone of my book group’s discussions.
He kept saying, ‘Why don’t you quit?’ Instead, I did what many women have done before, and let them break up with me.Another member resigned in support and together we started what I call my ‘smart’ book club (I’m now in three).
Having been frustrated by the choice of reading matter before, I went 180 degrees in the opposite direction and recruited Oxford grads, thereby jumping from the equivalent of breakfast television straight into Newsnight.
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