“Sharon’s Book Club”
I was never a part of any team.
I was terrible at sports. I was so bad at tennis in high school that my gym teacher sent me to the school nurse to have my vision checked. I didn't bother to tell her I was wearing contact lenses. In elementary school, I was never asked to jump rope. Jumping rope was popular when I was in ele - mentary school, and I was not. I watched the girls jump and knew two things: I would never be asked, and I would be terrible at jump - ing rope if I were asked. Instead, I read. Books were my escape and my friends. But I never thought of writing a novel until I was almost 60. 'Would you like to come to my book club?' a woman I had never met, named Sha - ron, asked me in January. 'Loon Point' had not yet been released. I was a bun - dle of nerves. And here was this stranger who read an article about me in her lo - cal paper, asking if I would come and talk about my book. 'Of course!' I said. The weeks passed. I hoped 'Loon Point' wouldn't disappoint my publisher. I hoped peo -
