The only thing better than reading a good book is getting the chance to talk about it with other people who love reading as much as I do, in my opinion. So today being the monthly meeting of the autism/Asperger book club I belong to made it a very good day.
Our group has been meeting for about a year and a half, and each of us has a close connection to the world of autism. Several have a child or children on the spectrum, others a grandchild or sibling, and for some, even a spouse. So far, I am the only regular member who is diagnosed on the spectrum herself.
We have read a mixture of fiction and non-fiction, all with some connection to the world of autism. This month’s selection was a novel called The Kitchen Daughter, written by Jael McHenry, in which the main character, Ginny, has Asperger’s Syndrome.
The book centers on how Ginny and her sister Amanda deal with the sudden death of both of their parents. Needless to say, they have very different ways of handling the situation and the emotions that arise throughout the process. At times, it’s unclear whether the grief will pull them together or push them apart for good.
One thing I personally liked a lot about the book was the connection Ginny has with Gert and her son David, as through these characters we see other examples of how different people and even different cultures handle grief, in ways that are sometimes more and sometimes less healthy than Ginny’s and Amanda’s own responses. The way cooking helps Ginny connect with those that had died, shown in the book through the conjuring of their ghosts by preparing recipes each had handwritten, is fascinating as well.
Despite being a first novel with a few rough spots and a slightly too-perfect ending, we all agreed that we enjoyed reading it and most even rated it more highly than a novel we read several months ago by a well-known author with a number of best-selling books to her name.
Every time we meet, I am glad to have taken the time to connect with this group of women. Their friendship and sharing has enriched my life, and the enjoyment I get out of it always makes it worth overcoming the anxiety that inevitably crops up as each meeting gets close.
Have you ever been (or are you) in a book club? What did you like, or not like, about it?