After venting in my last post about the folly of
forming a book group from a load of dog lovers I discussed the matter
with a friend. She immediately observed that I was barking up the wrong tree
and there was nothing wrong with the premise, but that where we went wrong was in not
restricting our reading to animal books and most particularly to books about
dogs. She assured me that this would have minimised conflict because our thoughts would not have strayed to potentially contentious non-doggie issues.
101 Dalmations
Red
Dog
Lassie
Rin Tin Tin
Black Dog
Old Yeller
Blackfriars Bobby
Harry the Dirty Dog
The Diggingest Dog
Marley and Me
Hairy McClary
Lady & the Tramp
The Poky Little Puppy
The Call of the Wild
The Incredible Journey
Spot the Dog
She also considered Tarka the Otter, My Friend Flicker, Babe and all the works of Beatrix Potter safe territory.
We were stuck with works of fiction and non-fiction about actual human beings, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. It is human to explore, to identify, to support, to quarrel, to disappoint, to move on in our individual journeys. Yesterday I bumped into the sister who was ostracised over the lawn mower incident. I realised that I like her a lot and want to talk to her about more than books. At the same time some of my most interesting talks about books are with people who wouldn't go near a book group.
Perhaps I could found a group called the society of people from quite varied backgrounds, who like a wide range of different things, may or may not have a dog or cat and enjoy each others' company. Wonder if that name is already taken in Google Groups?